After Christmas Poem by Hazel Connelly

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