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It is well-known that caterpillars
must gobble more and more each day
till they disappear inside cocoons.
Retiring while time's in disarray,
soon they emerge as butterflies -
awaking in the most magical way.
When I overeat and gorge myself
starting first on Thanksgiving Day,
the month of December disappears.
Like magic, it's Christmas, hooray!
And when I awake on New Year's morn,
I'm fifteen pounds up if I dare to weigh.
Checking the mirror, no butterfly.
just another spare tire making its way
round and round my waist resembling
a fat caterpillar in wide array.
Resolved: A diet starting real soon
in the wake of Valentine's Day.
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