Day After Thanksgiving Blues—a poem—-a very crude poem

This morning I woke up to see,The bathroom scales lying at me. Up five pounds, that can’t be right,The pumpkin pie had Cool Whip light! Elastic’s now my new best friend.Buttons and snaps, never again. There’s nothing left to do but wish,I hadn’t eaten that eleventh dish. If I don’t get my butt in gear,I’ll  be the butterballContinue reading “Day After Thanksgiving Blues—a poem—-a very crude poem”