Shamelessly stolen from somewhere else! :-)

Hi...All...I thought I would send this along to you....As I have
said...'Shamelesssly 'lifted' by me ...<G>


--
Bigbazza(Barry)..Oz

~~~~~~~~~~
'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the
house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibble, the eggnog I'd taste
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales, there arose 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 rared...

The wine and the rumballs, 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 battle the dirt...
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter dressed like 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
'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick,
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.

I won't have hot biscuits, or cornbread, 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 Years to All and to All a Good Diet

On 2005-01-01, Bigbazza > wrote:
> Shamelessly stolen from somewhere else! :-)
>
> Hi...All...I thought I would send this along to you....As I have
> said...'Shamelesssly 'lifted' by me ...<G>


"I got a million of 'em!". -anon

<http://dir.yahoo.com/Entertainment/H...ore_Christmas/

nb

thanks!
just great and "on the button"!




"Bigbazza" > wrote in message
...
: Shamelessly stolen from somewhere else! :-)
:
: Hi...All...I thought I would send this along to you....As I have
: said...'Shamelesssly 'lifted' by me ...<G>
:
:
: --
: Bigbazza(Barry)..Oz
:
: ~~~~~~~~~~
: 'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the
: house
: Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
: The cookies I'd nibble, the eggnog I'd taste
: All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
:
: When I got on the scales, there arose 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 rared...
:
: The wine and the rumballs, 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 battle the dirt...
: I said to myself, as I only can
: "You can't spend a winter dressed like 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
: 'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
: I won't have a cookie, not even a lick,
: I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
:
: I won't have hot biscuits, or cornbread, 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 Years to All and to All a Good Diet
:
:

Haha! I hear you. Gotta throw out the egg nog. Now goodies are going
to have to consist of the oranges we got as a present!