Guest guest Posted January 5, 2003 Report Share Posted January 5, 2003 > T'was the month after Christmas, > and all through the house, > Nothing would fit me, > not even a blouse. > The cookies I'd nibbled, > the eggnog I'd taste, > At the holiday parties, > had gone to my waist. > > When I got on the scales, > there arose such a number; > I walked to the store, > (less a walk than a lumber). > > I'd remember the marvelous, > meals I'd prepared; > The gravies and sauces, > and beef nicely rared, > > The wine and the rum balls, > the bread and the cheese, > And the way I'd never said, > " No, thank you, please. " > > As I dressed myself, > in my husband's old shirt, > And prepared once again, > to do battle with dirt, > > I said to myself, > as I only can > " You can spend a winter > disguised as a man! " > > So-away with the last, > of the sour cream dip, > the fruit cakes and candies, > every cracker and chip. > > Every last bit of food, > that I like must be banished > Till all the additional, > ounces have vanished. > > I won't have a cookie, > not even a lick. > I'll want only to chew, > on a long celery stick. > > I won't have hot biscuits,, > or corn bread, or pie, > I'll munch on a carrot, > and quietly cry. > > I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, > and life is a bore- > But isn't that what, > January is for? > > Unable to giggle, > no longer a riot. > Happy New Year to all, > and to all a good diet > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 14, 2010 Report Share Posted July 14, 2010 Lottie is good to have you back posting. I hope you are feeling better. Hugs T Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry [ ] On the light side As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB. I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams... To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said. . . ' I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?' She replied with tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard . . . ' No doctor but the song you were whistling was . . . ' I wish I was an Meyer Wiener .' ' Dr. wouldn't submit his name.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 15, 2010 Report Share Posted July 15, 2010 OH MY DEAR LOTTIE!!!!! HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blessings, Jo-Dee From: Lottie Duthu <lotajam@...> Subject: [ ] On the light side " CML " < > Date: Wednesday, July 14, 2010, 2:15 PM  As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB. I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams... To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said. . . ' I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?' She replied with tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard . . . ' No doctor but the song you were whistling was . . . ' I wish I was an Meyer Wiener .' ' Dr. wouldn't submit his name.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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