The Menopox

The Menopox

‘Twas her fifties and her bloated shape

Did make her look rectangular

All brittle were her hair and nails

And her heartbeat was irregular.

‘Beware the Menopox my girl

The nights that sweat, the moods that swing

Beware the loss of libido

and shun the itch and tingling.’

She took her HRT in hand

Long time this blasted foe she’d fought,

She puffed a fag by the gum-gum tree

And stood for a while in thought.

And as in huffish thought she stood

The Menopox with fires of flame

Came flushing through her chest and head

And drove her half insane!

One Two! One Two! And through and through

She stuck the patches on her belly

She heard it shriek.  Ha! It was weak,

                                                             She’d killed this Machiavelli!

‘And hast thou slain the Menopox?’

Come to my bed, my almost-ex

Oh fabulous day, Wahoo! Hurray!

Does this mean I’ll get sex?’