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13-01-2006, 14:01
<div align='center'>T'was the month after Christmas and all thro' the house
Nothing would fit me - not even a blouse,
The cookies I'd nibbled, - the eggnog I'd taste
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist
When I got on the scale there arose such a number!
When I walk to the store it was more like a lumber.
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.
The wines and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
I never did say, 'OH, 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 only I can, ' You can't spend a whole winter disguised as a man!'
So - away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Away with the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Oh those foods which I like - all must be banished
Until all the additional pounds all have vanished.
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 all a good diet. </div id='center'>
Nothing would fit me - not even a blouse,
The cookies I'd nibbled, - the eggnog I'd taste
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist
When I got on the scale there arose such a number!
When I walk to the store it was more like a lumber.
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.
The wines and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
I never did say, 'OH, 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 only I can, ' You can't spend a whole winter disguised as a man!'
So - away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Away with the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Oh those foods which I like - all must be banished
Until all the additional pounds all have vanished.
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 all a good diet. </div id='center'>