Like that one!  <Chuckles>

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Carol
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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Cecily Ballenger" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, February 04, 2008 9:52 PM
Subject: After Christmas Poem


> AFTER CHRISTMAS POEM
>  
> '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'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 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!
> 
> -- Author Unknown 
>