Twas the month after Christmas

[luv2salsa]

   

   Twas  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 marvellous 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 only I can,  

  "You  can't spend a winter, disguised as a man!"  

  

So,  away with the last of the sour cream dip.  

Get  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.

   
 
  
 

[Teresa16135410]

Jan. 16, 2009 at 2:35 PM

Ho my goodness! That is just to funny! Can I cpoy and paste?  :O)

[moomers]

Jan. 16, 2009 at 8:01 PM

[luv2salsa]

Jan. 16, 2009 at 11:13 PM

Of course, copy and paste away!  If you have any problems, let me know and I'll email it.  That's how I got it and it did paste but not accurately as far as text size, spacing, etc.

(Original Poster)