Menopause Mambo

Getting old, I’ve been told,

Is only for the very bold.

But now I knows, I’m one of those

And this is how the story goes.

 

Thinning hair, it’s not fair.

Why do I have hair right there?!

Mustache grows ‘neath my nose.

Doing the Menopause Mambo.

 

Spreading hips, thinning lips.

Butt so big my pants do rip.

Boobies sag, eyes have bags.

Doing the Menopause Mambo.

 

Sweats at night; that’s not right!

What happened to my good eyesight?

Sagging jowls; hoofs like cows.

Doing the Menopause Mambo.

 

Double chins; I’m not thin;                                       

Can’t remember where I’ve been.

Losing keys; creaky knees.

Doing the Menopause Mambo.

 

Mother Nature – time to go;

I’m ‘bout finished with the flow.

It’s been fun but my song is done.

Doing the Menopause Mambo.