Thursday, January 27, 2011

'TWAS THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS

Another funny poem from my friend Diane.

'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 marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies, the 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 the 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, 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.

1 comment:

  1. cute poem! so true! I'm not quite ready to diet yet...maybe pretty soon! :)

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