The Other Side of Menopause

When I went to sleep,
I was long and sleek,
Wild and sheik,
Neither shy nor meek.

But when I awoke,
I was rounded and bloat,
My thoughts were remote,
My ass was a joke.

And all used to speak,
Of my well rounded cheeks,
My glorious peeks,
And my passionate shrieks.

But no one now spoke,
Of my low hanging moat,
My driverless boat,
Nor my passionate croak.

Welcome ladies….To the other side of menopause.

*Although I choose not to clutter my creative poetry
with things like structure and style, my poetry has been
described as “Clearly Vogonistic” A coining that gives me
great pride and inspiration in continuing this nearly lost art.

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