Through The Eyes Of A Poet...
P.M.T. And Us!
Me body's achin',
Me bones are sore,
I can't go on,
Can't take any more.
Me tummy's bloated,
Me eyes are red,
I'm in so much pain…
I wanna stay in bed!
I'm feeling narky,
I've just battered the cat,
The kids have run,
I can't have that!
Me head is flushin',
I'm hot all over,
Me life is not…
A bed of clover.
I've got water retention,
And cryin' fits,
Me life is really…
The total pits!
Menopause, what a joke,
Life is so unfair,
Men get away with murder,
They just get thinning hair!
First we have P.M.T.
Then, the menopause,
Being a woman it seems,
Holds a special clause.
Well not any more for me,
I've got rid of all me pain,
No more crying…no more upset,
No more going insane!
HYSTERECTOMY! What a word,
And if I come back again,
It won't be as a man,
And it definitely won't be a dame!
© Catherine Inglesby 1989
Me bones are sore,
I can't go on,
Can't take any more.
Me tummy's bloated,
Me eyes are red,
I'm in so much pain…
I wanna stay in bed!
I'm feeling narky,
I've just battered the cat,
The kids have run,
I can't have that!
Me head is flushin',
I'm hot all over,
Me life is not…
A bed of clover.
I've got water retention,
And cryin' fits,
Me life is really…
The total pits!
Menopause, what a joke,
Life is so unfair,
Men get away with murder,
They just get thinning hair!
First we have P.M.T.
Then, the menopause,
Being a woman it seems,
Holds a special clause.
Well not any more for me,
I've got rid of all me pain,
No more crying…no more upset,
No more going insane!
HYSTERECTOMY! What a word,
And if I come back again,
It won't be as a man,
And it definitely won't be a dame!
© Catherine Inglesby 1989