Happy New Year A New Year Diet Poem

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Twas 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 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