Guest guest Posted December 30, 2004 Report Share Posted December 30, 2004 This was sent to me by someone, thoiught you might like it! The Month After Christmas'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the houseNothing would fit me, not even a blouse.The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd tasteAt 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 cakes and the pies, the bread and the cheeseAnd the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirtAnd prepared once again to do battle with dirtI said to myself, as I only 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 chipEvery last bit of food that I like must be banishedTill all the additional ounces have vanished.I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.I'll only 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! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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