The Change (poem by me)

It was during harvest season,
When the autumn wind howls
I noticed a change in the mam
She had surely gone mad.

Her skin became sallow,
Her clothes no longer fit,
Black hair bulged out,
Rage was her prince.

She sought relief from balms,
Sent for the apothecary,
Applied some homeopathy,
No treatment could be found.

Beads of sweat dripped down,
Hell’s fire blazed within,
There was no hope for her,
Menopause had set in.

Muhahahahhah……..

 

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