I received this poem thru email, and thought it was so cute i would share it with all of you!
T'was the month after Christmas,
and all through the house,
nothing would fit me,
not even a blouse.
The cookies i'd nibbled,
the chocolate i'd taste
at the holiday parties
had gone to my waist.
When i got on the scales
there arose such a number!
When i walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber),
i'd remember the marvelous meals i'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
the wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
and the way i'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As i dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt...
i said to myself, as i only can,
"you can't spend the winter disguised as a man!"
So, away went the last of the sour cream dip.
got rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
every last bit of food that i like must be banished
till all the additional ounces have vanished.
i won't have a cookie, not even a lick.
i'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
i won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
i'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, i'm lonesome, and life is a bore...
but isn't that what January is for???
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!