A taste of what's to come from Marie

The menopause - a jolly jape

With sleepless nights and neck of crepe.

A belly hangs above my foof

So now my fanny has a roof!

Above my lip a fulsome tash

And on my chin a shaving rash.

My pants are wet, it’s such a pain

When Tena cannot take the strain.

My words have left, I’ve no idea

Why thoughts are now no longer clear.

My eyebrows moved on long ago

But where they went I just don’t know!

I guess the same place as my fringe

And now my ever balding minge!!

Keep calm and carry on, my friends

As this is simply not the end.

We’ll fight the fight to still be seen

And try to keep our language clean!

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