Kerry's Nails
Well-Known Member
My very dear friend just emailed me this lovely poem - I dont think she wrote it, but far out, is it ever funny. And yet, SO TRUE - and I am so sure we all in some way will agree with this......... :lol:
Sorry geeks - its nothing related to nails ????
The month after Christmas
Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The biscuits I'd nibbled, the champagne I had to taste
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
So I walked to the shop (less a walk more a lumber!).
I remembered the marvellous meals I'd prepared
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, 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 can't spend all Summer 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
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a biscuit, not even a lick,
I can now only chew on a celery stick
I won't have hot scones,or cake or fruit 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 laugh, no longer a riot,
Happy New Year to all and to all a good DIET!
Sorry geeks - its nothing related to nails ????
The month after Christmas
Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The biscuits I'd nibbled, the champagne I had to taste
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
So I walked to the shop (less a walk more a lumber!).
I remembered the marvellous meals I'd prepared
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, 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 can't spend all Summer 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
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a biscuit, not even a lick,
I can now only chew on a celery stick
I won't have hot scones,or cake or fruit 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 laugh, no longer a riot,
Happy New Year to all and to all a good DIET!
