A humerous look at a problem many women suffer from.
Oh when will these flushes come to an end?
I seem to have had them for years.
They flare up at the most inappropriate times
As if smoke’s coming out of my ears.
When lying in bed and ready for sleep
This heat in my chest seems to grow,
And spreads with a vengeance to the top of my head,

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Setting my face and neck all aglow.
The duvet is off as I toss and turn
In an effort to release some steam,
But the struggle makes me get even hotter
And I feel like I want to scream.
My friends call them tropical moments,
But that too kind a word,
For this woman who feels she’s in meltdown
And whose behaviour is really absurd.
So if anyone has found a solution
To stop body thermostats going amiss,
I’m sure there are many women just like me
Who’d want to give you a great big kiss.
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Christine Ramsay 6.12.11
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