Donnie46
Slow but sure....
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][SIZE=+1]Twas The Week After Christmas[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Twas the week after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a GOOD DIET!!![/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Twas the week after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a GOOD DIET!!![/FONT]
