TWAS THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS.....
 
 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 scale there arouse 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 rare.
 the cakes and the pies, 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 cant spend winter disguised like a man!"
 so, away with the last of the sour cream dip
 get rid of every fruit cake, cracker, and chip.
 every last bit of food that I like must be banished
 Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
 I wont have a cookie, not even a lick.
 I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick. 
 I wont 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!!!!!