Christmas Time
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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