Many Menopause

At, the many menopause there are MANY PAUSES

men pause

Priests pause

And dogs sometimes wait on corners

Cats pause, sleep, and eat, and scratch their claws,

And the many pauses stops sleep

Mind leaps

limbs squeak then later creak

legs go to sleep

At the foot of the many mounts of pauses

The summit dissapears without a peep

Thoughts implode

awoken from their sleep

At a concert (classical)

A manly diva hits the keys like liberace

A many pause of clearing throats in silence

To cover up the bigger pause of being mistaken, then

An old man in a dress, hobbles out off the podium to take a leak

Meanwhile a million women over forty toss and turn in a pool

of troubled sleep

The pauses trickle on in patterns

like a carefully choreographed song

People shuffle foot slow in endless queues

Some stand in galleries like statues taking in the view

Meanwhile a women enraged and certain of her plight

Takes out a writ against her ovaries

And the OESTROGEN that left one lonely night

Her unloved spouse believes she's finally lost the plot

HOW CAN SHE PLACE A HORMONE IN THE DOCK?

So it was no suprise when the trial came

Her OESTROGEN just didn't show and couldn't take the blame!

The Judge cried 'She's a LOON!

And tried to console her with some HRT to go!

But still not satisfied she took her plight

To the Jerry Springer Show

And not suprising after PAUSING many pauses

Her Oestrogen just failed to show

I rest my case! she finally said

My fertile days of Eggs have gone

And then she paused a MANY PAUSE

And put the kettle on!

Alberta Spriggs-Parchly

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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