'Twas the month after Christmas,
when all through the house,
nothing would fit me,
not even a blouse!
The cookies I'd nibbled,
the chocolate I'd taste,
at the holiday parties
had gone to my waist.
I remember the marvellous
meals all prepared,
the gravies and sauces,
and the beef "nicely rared".
The wine and the stuffing balls
the bread and the cheese,
and the way I NEVER said,
"No, thank you, please."
So - away with the last
of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake,
every nibble and chip!
Every last bit of food
that I like must be banished,
until all of the additional
"ounces" have vanished!
I won't have a Galaxy,
not even a lick!
I'll want only to chew,
on a celery stick!
I won't have Dominoes,
or cheesecake 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?
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