Bcoffman Gray Ghost Prowler Junkie Posts: 2418 From: Marshall,Mo.65340 Registered: DEC 2002
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posted 01-11-2004 06:51 AM
'Twas the month after Christmas, When 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! I remember the marvelous meals all prepared: The gravies and sauces, The beef "nicely rared". The wine and the rum balls, The bread and the cheese, And the way I 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 only I 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, 'Til all of the additional "ounces" have vanished! I won't have a cookie, Not even a lick! I'll want only to chew, On a 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
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ALLEY CAT Prowler Junkie Posts: 36093 From: Mesa, Az Registered: JUL 2000
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posted 01-11-2004 09:07 AM
So true. I've porked and I've piged, what is the matter. I must now battle,,,,,or I won't fit in my Prowler,,,to attend the Stampede and meet all the people who matter.
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