Twas The Month After Christmas!

[Guest guest]

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 eggnog 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

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!

 

Independent AIM Member - Marilyn Wilson Price

[Guest guest]

LOL Wonderful!

 

 

 

herbal remedies , " Marilyn Wilson Price "

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> T'was the month after Christmas, and all through the house

> Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

 

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