T'was The Week After Christmas
Posted on Dec 26th, 2012
Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house
â€¨Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. â€¨
The cookies I'd nibble, the eggnog I'd taste
â€¨All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales, there arose such a number! â€¨
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber). â€¨
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; â€¨
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared...
The wine and the rumballs, the bread and the cheese
â€¨And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
â€¨As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt â€¨
And prepared once again to battle the dirt... â€¨
I said to myself, as I only can â€¨
"You can't spend a winter dressed like a man!"
â€¨So...away with the last of the sour cream dip,
â€¨Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
â€¨'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
â€¨I won't have a cookie, not even a lick,
â€¨I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or cornbread, or pie,
â€¨I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
â€¨I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore...
But isn't that what January is for? â€¨
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot
Happy New Years to All and to All a Good Diet