Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Indulgence...mmmm...



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 eggnog I'd taste.
All 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'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, 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!


Author Unknown

5 comments:

  1. This is absolutely priceless Tammy!! Thank you so much for sharing it!

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  2. I feel the pain. This poem is so cute and we can all relate. Thanks for sharing it. Twyla

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  3. Thanks for sharing this great poem. It's very appropriate.
    Best Wishes
    Lindsay

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  4. I'm back... had to share this with my hubby, just too great! Will be back tomorrow to share it with my son, he'll love it!

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