The weeks after Christmas
I searched through the house
for something to fit me
But couldn't find a blouse.
As I got dressed
I went all numb
Couldn't find anything
To cover my bum.
A pair of stretch leggins
My husbands shirt
Was all I could find
To cover my girt.
The wine and chocolates
went down with ease
I never refused
Just said yes please.
Oh! the crisps that I nibbled
And brandy to taste
The whole of Christmas
has gone to my waist.
Now 'till all the extra
Pounds have vanished
Nibbles and chocolates
have all been banished.
Hazel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable read. I don't suppose you'll be out on the razz this week-end. Ha ha.
If I can find something to fit, or hit the January sales..