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Happy New Year!
AhaJokes.com is proud to present...
'Twas the Month After Christmas...
Christmas and the Holidays are, for most of us, a time to laugh, a time to relax, and yes, far too often, a time to eat way more than we should! Here's what happens the month after... Thank you, and enjoy! -- Alex :-)

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
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'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
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?
Unable to giggle,
no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all
and to all a good diet!
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