Twas the night before D-Day*
And all through the house
I was munching on food
Like a wee hungry mouse.
Packets of crisps
And biscuits galore,
Toast with much butter
I just wanted more.
I went to the cupboard
And ate all the sweets
My jaw getting exercise
But, not my feet.
I must get rid
Of this offending food.
For it to stay there
Would be highly rude.
What else can I eat
So my cupboards are bare?
For tomorrow I start
My diet with flare.
I shovel in the food
I empty the fridge
I eat oodles of crisps
Some smooth and some ridged
But it must get done.
D-Day starts soon,
Weigh, in the morning
Not afternoon.
I flumped into bed
Did I hear it creak?
I hope my resolve
Doesn't go weak.
D-Day has arrived
On the scales I stand
Oh dear this weight
Wasn't so planned.
I gained half a stone
From my binge yesterday
It was my own fault
What can I say?
*D-Day = Diet Day
And all through the house
I was munching on food
Like a wee hungry mouse.
Packets of crisps
And biscuits galore,
Toast with much butter
I just wanted more.
I went to the cupboard
And ate all the sweets
My jaw getting exercise
But, not my feet.
I must get rid
Of this offending food.
For it to stay there
Would be highly rude.
What else can I eat
So my cupboards are bare?
For tomorrow I start
My diet with flare.
I shovel in the food
I empty the fridge
I eat oodles of crisps
Some smooth and some ridged
But it must get done.
D-Day starts soon,
Weigh, in the morning
Not afternoon.
I flumped into bed
Did I hear it creak?
I hope my resolve
Doesn't go weak.
D-Day has arrived
On the scales I stand
Oh dear this weight
Wasn't so planned.
I gained half a stone
From my binge yesterday
It was my own fault
What can I say?
*D-Day = Diet Day
© Carolyn Davison 24th Feb 2013 - D-Day tomorrow!
More diet, and other of my poems HERE
