A poem that struck a chord!
Twas the month after xmas and all through the houseNothing would fit me, not even a blouse
The stuffing I'd nibbled. The turkey I'd taste
The yummies I'd eaten gone straight to my waist.
The wine and the mince pies,
The bread and the cheese,
I should have said "no thankyou, please".
So as I dressed myself in my boyfriends old shirt
I couldn't believe my bottom and belly - the girth!
I said to myself, as only I can
"You cant spend the year disguised as a man!
So away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruitcake,
every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I wont have a cookie, not even a lick.
Instead I'll chew on a long celery stick.
I wont have Irish coffees, or chocolates, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry:
"I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore -
But isnt that what Januarys for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
Happy new year to all and to all a good diet!
Labels: New Year
posted by Freddy @ Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Comments: 3
