Christmas Time

By GrumpyMeldrew Dec 15, 2016

Christmas Time

Turkey, stuffing, wine and pud
The annual celebration
But now I have the answer
Everything in moderation

Happy now with problem solved
I know it’s just a lie
Hand goes down, glass comes up
I munch another pie

An inch goes on my waist
A pound upon my tum
To hell with it, let’s celebrate
With wine and tots of rum

Into the bathroom, on the scales
The figure makes me moan
After all the Festive eating
I’ve put on a ruddy stone

With drinking done, things calm down
Everything goes quiet
So what can I look forward to
Another….. New Year diet

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