Monday, January 4, 2010

A cute little poem about the post-holiday duldrums

My friend, Ellie, sent this poem to me and it made me laugh.  Enjoy!

   Christmas Treats

       '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 not 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!

1 comment:

  1. I had a good laugh too. Am forwarding you a poem about winter in Wisconsin...Mary Ann


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