Wednesday, January 07, 2009

From my friend Eloise ....

'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 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 only I 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 chips
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 to chew only 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, my stomach growls like never before!
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:

The Bunny Bungalow said...

Hello Texas Lady,
Happy New Year. Love your poem. Sadly, I relate to it.

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