Crosswords0 min ago
Wanting to Lose Weight?
6 Answers
Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The biscuits I'd nibbled, the Mince pies I'd taste
At soirees or parties, they'd gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the shops (less a walk more a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies, the sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine or the sherry, the bread and the cheese
and the way that I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I got 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 the winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of all chocolate, each 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 only be chewing a celery stick.
I won't have hot puddings, or roast turkey pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
I suppose, well, that's really what January's for
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The biscuits I'd nibbled, the Mince pies I'd taste
At soirees or parties, they'd gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the shops (less a walk more a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies, the sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine or the sherry, the bread and the cheese
and the way that I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I got 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 the winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of all chocolate, each 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 only be chewing a celery stick.
I won't have hot puddings, or roast turkey pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
I suppose, well, that's really what January's for
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet
Answers
1 to 6 of 6
Best Answer
No best answer has yet been selected by maggiebee. Once a best answer has been selected, it will be shown here.
For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.1 to 6 of 6
