Tuesday, January 23, 2007

A Poem For January From Ann

We had this ditty from Ann Stuart, the Landlady of the Half Moon in Stoke sub Hamdon. Enjoy!

A Poem for January

'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The stuffing I'd nibbled, the turkey I'd taste The yummies I'd eaten gone straight to my waist.

The wine and the mince pies, The bread and the cheese

I should have just said, "No thank you, please."

So as I dressed myself in my boyfriend's old shirt, I couldn't believe my bottom and belly - the girth!

I said to myself, as only I can, "You can't spend the year disguised as a man!"

So away with the last of the sour-cream dip, Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip.

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished 'Til all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.

Instead I'll chew on a long celery stick.

I won't have Irish coffees, or chocolates, or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly I'll cry:

"I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore- But isn't that what January's for?"

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,

Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

The Editor

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