Hormonal Imbalance
I used to write poems,
now I write prose.
I write about gardening,
without any clothes.
I used to do meter,
and couplets and rhyme.
With flowery phrases,
to rosemary and thyme.
But now there's this duck
and some country buffoons.
Who romp through my psyche,
like runaway loons.
I tell you it's maddening
to lose such a gift
I'm a 'used to be poet',
I really am miffed.
That menopause broad,
she's mad as a hatter.
I'll plot something yet,
to be getting back at 'er.