Wanted to Share with you All!
I thought this was cute! Kinda made me laugh a little at the whole diet thing! ![]()
THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS: A DETERMINED DIET
'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibble, 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,
I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I remembered 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 fruitcake, 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!
THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS: A DETERMINED DIET
'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibble, 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,
I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I remembered 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 fruitcake, 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!
