This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------C6294F2A1FA4DF7A2B1B11A0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --------------C6294F2A1FA4DF7A2B1B11A0 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Received: from imo21.mx.aol.com ([198.81.17.65]) by mtiwgwc04.worldnet.att.net (InterMail v03.02.05 118 121 101) with ESMTP id <19981224142823.XSVW24153@imo21.mx.aol.com>; Thu, 24 Dec 1998 14:28:23 +0000 Received: from Janus41@aol.com by imo21.mx.aol.com (IMOv18.1) id 9QBTa24871 for <Janus41@aol.com>; Thu, 24 Dec 1998 09:27:48 -0500 (EST) From: Janus41@aol.com Message-ID: <af6f53db.36824f64@aol.com> Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1998 09:27:48 EST To: Janus41@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Subject: The Month After Christmas Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 4.0 for Windows 95 sub 214 The Month After Christmas Twas 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! When 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't spend a winter disguised as a man!" So--away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruit cake, 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! --------------C6294F2A1FA4DF7A2B1B11A0--