Twas...

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. 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 (felt like I carried some lumber.) I’d remember the marvelous 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 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 Choose an exercise program that’s fun, filled with dance Ah yes, off to Jazzercise so I can shake my pants. Goodbye to my bulges, tight pants and jiggles Replaced with toned muscle, lean body and giggles. New music, new friends, new moves and such fun Make waving goodbye to the old me easy – it’s done!