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.
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
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 ..
Great fun. I wore a dress I love twice recently and commented how it fits me again... Because I have PUT ON weight !ReplyDelete
That's the dilemma! Some of my favourite clothes are a size I know I shouldn't be.Delete
A sad story as old as time itself! Women everywhere salute you!ReplyDelete
And I salute them back. I'll do it a few times. It's good exercise.Delete
Let me hear an AMEN, ladies!!ReplyDelete
The noise, the noise!!Delete
Oh , to hell with it ! Let's just abandon restraint altogether ...ReplyDelete
Okay ... well, maybe just for the festive season ...Delete
Up there with George Herbert's "Easter Wings". Though yours is slightly funnier.ReplyDelete
I remember teaching that! My class of A level boys weren't impressed with Herbert, though ...Delete
Love them both, poem and cartoon.ReplyDelete
I'm not ready for Christmas yet, haven't even made my mince pies yet.
Thanks, River! Now get on with those pies .. not long now!Delete
Ah yes, what else is January for but making (mostly impossible) resolutions?ReplyDelete
Indeed! I spend all January doing just that ...Delete