I am invited to a party And I hate to go out Every outing is a long trip ...Every outing is a hassle I am as gloomy as an owl Drowning in my misery I write poetry Wearing my pyjamas VO: Poetry The party is on On the second floor I dare you to see anyone Or hear anything The music is okay The food is fine But a buffet without Tabouleh Is like a painting with no color I have to be either Frenchy Or anglophone Or else I spend the time Scrolling my phone I feel like dancing Burning off some calories But no one invited me Except Valérie What's wrong with Valérie, she's OK Hot flushes, cold flushes No one is coming my way I am looking for Something convincing In everyone I see Either too young Looking for a bride Or too old Looking for a nurse Men my age Want a twenty-year-old Twentyor maybe thirty but fifty? I am sick of this circus My head is tired of swinging The fan in my hand Is blowing the men away What is the result, so we know? Too many women, too many women For women my age You get fifty percent off How can they be discounted When they are worth millions Millions