The clam after the storm is here. Santa has came and gone again, the mess in the house makes it evident. Its the DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies Id nibbled, the eggnog Id 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 it would sound like a rumble. Id remember the marvelous meals Id prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese And the way Id never said, No thank you, please. As I dressed myself in my husbands old shirt And prepared once again to do battle with dirt--- I said to myself, as I only can You cant 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 wont have a cookie--not even a lick. Ill want only to chew on a long celery stick. I wont have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie, Ill munch on a carrot and quietly Ill cry. Im hungry, Im lonesome, and life is a bore--- But isnt that what January is for? Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 13:46:28 +0000
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