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The weeks after Christmas
Twas the weeks after Christmas,
and all through the house,
I found nothing would fit me,
not even my blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled,
the chocolate I did taste
over the last couple of months
had gone to my waist.
When I got on those scales
there arose such a number!
and I walked around outdoors
it was more like a lumber!!
The wonderful meals I had prepared,
The gravy and beef nicely seared,
Roast potatoes and vegetables, and of course
the nice Plum Duff, cream and cinnamon sauce,
I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
I struggled with my jeans around my girth
I scolded myself, as only I can,
"You can't spend winter, like the Michelin Man!"
So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the carrot cake, and crackers and chips.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till those additional pounds have all but vanished.
I won't eat cookies or cake, not even a bite.
Instead I will think of something I dislike.
I won't have warm buns, or waffles, or pie.
I'll munch on some carrots and quietly cry.
I'm sad and watching weight is a chore and a bore!
But isn't that what January is suppose to be for?
Unable to be comfortable, I no longer like it.- so,
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet.
Amanda Martin-Shaver ©
2 January 2009
Amanda Martin-Shaver ©
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