Friday, 22 November 2024

Frozen Bones by Elaine Pearson


I think me body needs tweaking

Me thermostats gone to pot

I spend all the daylight hours freezing

And the night times boiling hot


I think it’s down to me hormones

Oh, God, can I have ‘em out?

Stupid little troublemakers

Running and rushing about

 

It’s time they settled down now

I’m a pensioner for goodness sake

All I need is peace and quiet

Oh, please give me a break

 

I just want to sit on me patio

Enjoy me home-made scones

Read me book with me glass of wine

Without having frozen bones 

2 comments:

Ann Reader said...

Oh I so relate to this.

Jennie said...

Elaine has away of putting into poetry exactly what most of us feel, she’s brilliant!