Diet Time
'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!
For those who are affected by this poem you can ring the special
diet helpline on the following number:
80-8080-028 (Ate Nothing - Ate Nothing, Ate Nothing -
Nothing to Ate)!
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We just started the big 'family' diet. The kids are ok with drinking the flavored bottle water....but we still don't like the taste of any fat free stuff. It all tastes like plastic. I'm going to look around for some good menus that don't taste like crap. :?
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