'Twas The Month AFTER Christmas'

A girl in our church (Cute Tanya) sent this to me, and it was so 'relevant', I had to share it!

Twas the month after christmas and all through the house, Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibbled, the chocolate I'd taste at 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 remembered the marvelous meals I'd prepared;  The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and rum balls, the bread and the cheese, And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."

As I dressed my self 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 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,  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 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?!

Is that hilarious or what?