Monday, December 20, 2010

The seventh day of Christmas

My true love gave to me, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!

'Twas The Month After Christmas (Dieting)

     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 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 I only can "You can 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!

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