Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!

Here’s the second poem I’ve written from my poetry challenge. The topic suggested was ‘prickly facial hair’ from Kooky Chic

Enjoy!

A funny poem about body hair, from midlife humour blogger Midlife Dramas in Pyjamas

Please tell me why in middle-age
My hairs have reached a bonkers stage?
The ones up top are falling out,
From stranger places they now sprout.

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Dear Bladder…

Dear Bladder... 2

I’d like to take my body back,
Relinquish your control.
To pick the times I want to pee,
Well, that’s my desperate goal.

You seem to choose the worst of times
To make your presence known.
Dancing, sneezing, laughing and
Wet pants will send me home.

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Oh Menopause, Oh Menopause…

A funny poem about the menopause from the humour blogger, Midlife Dramas in Pyjamas

(WARNING: please excuse the F Bomb, I felt it necessary for artistic reasons!)

Oh menopause, oh menopause
You’re here at last – woohoo!
And all the things I’ve heard about
I see you’ve brought them too!

Put your feet up, make a brew
I’m told you’re here to stay.
You’re going to change my life I guess,
Well that’s what people say.

I’ve heard that there are lots of things
I’m going to get to meet.
So tell me all about it then,
Hang on I’ll take a seat.

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Is it me or is it hot in here?

A funny blog post about hot flushes, from Midlife Dramas in PyjamasIt would appear that I am now entering the phase that all women look forward to with dread – the menopause. I seem to have started having, what can only be described as, beginner’s hot flushes. I go hot and my face feels red but it doesn’t last very long. What’s the chance that’s as bad as it’s going to get? Fat chance.

I ordered two fans from the internet to be ready – I’m a woman who likes to be organised. I ordered a Spanish hand-held one and a battery operated one. You can never have too many fans.

Told husband that when we’re at friends’ houses if I feel a hot flush coming on, to avoid feeling embarrassed, I’ll simply remove myself to the bathroom with my fan – until it passes.

He raised an eyebrow and replied that I’d feel more than embarrassed if I went to the bathroom, and the only sound that could be heard through the door was that of a battery operated gadget.

He’s got a point…