[center]T'was the day after Christmas, and all through the house Not a damn thing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, the cocktails I'd taste at the holiday parties had gone to my waist. The wine and the rum-balls, the bread and the cheese, And the way that I'd never said, "No thank you, please" As I dressed myself up, in my largest old shirt, and prepared once again to do battle with girth. I said to myself, (as only I can), "You can't spend the winter disguised as a man!" So, away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the peanuts, each cracker, and chip, Every last bit of food that I like, must be banished 'till all the unwanted ounces have vanished! And I won't have a cookie, not even a lick I'll just have to chew on a 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 Year to all, and to all a good diet! [/center]
Reach for the moon, at least you'll land among the stars.