'TWAS THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS.......

**miffy** · 27-01-2011, 08:15 PM

'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, more 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", just "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,
'Til all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a celery stick.
I won't have choc biscuits, or peanuts, 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!

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Miffy xx