Diet poem for the New Year

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A Diet Poem For the New Year 'Twas the month after Christmas, When 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! I remember the marvelous meals all prepared: The gravies and

sauces, The beef "nicely rared". The wine and the rum balls, The bread and the cheese, And the way I 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 only I 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, 'Til all of 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 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!

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LOL - how painfully accurateVennittaOn 1/3/07, Pink Pussycat <pinkpussycat@...

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A Diet Poem For the New Year 'Twas the month after Christmas,

When 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!

I remember the marvelous meals all prepared: The gravies and

sauces, The beef " nicely rared " . The wine and the rum balls,

The bread and the cheese, And the way I 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 only I 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,

'Til all of 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 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!