Poem: Twas the Month after Christmas

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Thanks Fl for sending in this great poem. A peaceful day to all. hugs Carlene

Twas the Month after Christmas

Twas the Month after Christmas

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 partiesHad gone to my waist.

When I got on the scalesThere arose such a number!When I walked to the store(less a walk than a lumber),

I'd remember the mealsI had prepared;The gravies and saucesAnd 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 myselfIn my husband's old shirt,And prepared once againTo do battle with dirt.

I said to myself,As I only can:"You can't spend a Summer,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 additionalOunces 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 whatJanuary is for?

Unable to giggle,No longer a riot.Happy New Year to all,And to all a good diet.