Perimenopause Came knocking
Now my purse can be found in the fridge!
Perimenopause Came knocking,
Oestrogen’s running away,
Hair took a trip on the wild side,
Mood swings arrived, here to stay.
My brain’s a game of Scrabble,
The letters are all in a brawl,
Thoughts are like tiles, shuffled and tossed,
I misplaced my words.. now I’m lost!
My humor ran away with my wit,
If you see it around,
Stick in lost and found,
I’m sure I will soon forget it!
I can’t find my purse – I just had it,
I swear it was left by the sink!
But of course, there it is,
It’s chilling with the milk and my drink!
My body’s a broken thermostat,
One moment I’m shivering, the next I’m in flames,
Still, it insists on playing these annoying games.
In this perimenopausal stage, I take the lead,
Forgetting names – is now a daily deed.
From laughing to crying, it’s all fair game,
By the way, can you tell me – what’s my real name?
Dedicated to all the fellow ladies who have also put their keys in the fridge…
Hang on in there – together, let’s laugh our way through perimenopause and beyond!
