Evidence that Fran's poetry is slimmer than she is


I wrote this poem about a million years ago. But I thought it might amuse you as we approach the mince pies and lashings of mulled wine festive period .... Note the shape of the poem.                                                                                                                             



DIET

I went on a diet on January First.
By Feb I felt quite a success.
By March I was thirteen
pounds lighter and
could get on
my little
black
dress.
In April
I stayed on
a plateau, but
by May I was finding
it tough.  In June I had
quite a few bad days. By
July I had had quite enough.
I didn't do much until Christmas
But the pounds were beginning to tell.
So I ate fit to burst until January First ..
Will
I
lose
weight
next
year?
Will

I
hell.






Comments

  1. BadPenny12/12/15 09:47

    Great fun. I wore a dress I love twice recently and commented how it fits me again... Because I have PUT ON weight !

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    1. Fran Hill12/12/15 15:01

      That's the dilemma! Some of my favourite clothes are a size I know I shouldn't be.

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  2. Debra She Who Seeks12/12/15 09:58

    A sad story as old as time itself! Women everywhere salute you!

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    1. Fran Hill12/12/15 15:01

      And I salute them back. I'll do it a few times. It's good exercise.

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  3. Anonymous12/12/15 12:24

    Let me hear an AMEN, ladies!!

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  4. SmitoniusAndSonata13/12/15 13:05

    Oh , to hell with it ! Let's just abandon restraint altogether ...

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    1. Fran Hill13/12/15 14:42

      Okay ... well, maybe just for the festive season ...

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  5. Pam 13/12/15 16:08

    Up there with George Herbert's "Easter Wings". Though yours is slightly funnier.

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    1. Fran Hill14/12/15 11:03

      I remember teaching that! My class of A level boys weren't impressed with Herbert, though ...

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  6. River14/12/15 00:59

    Love them both, poem and cartoon.
    I'm not ready for Christmas yet, haven't even made my mince pies yet.

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    1. Fran Hill14/12/15 11:04

      Thanks, River! Now get on with those pies .. not long now!

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  7. Linda D14/12/15 11:11

    Ah yes, what else is January for but making (mostly impossible) resolutions?

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    1. Fran Hill14/12/15 14:16

      Indeed! I spend all January doing just that ...

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