'Twas the Month After Christmas

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'Twas the Month After Christmas

'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house Nothing

fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste As 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, only as 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 '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 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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Too cute.....I like!!

sharonloserswebmaster wrote: 'Twas the Month

After Christmas

'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house Nothing

fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste As 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, only as 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 '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 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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