Time to change myself once more
It's my mantra every Sunday
Be good with food and have less wine
This always starts on Monday
Commence with gentle exercise
And eat a smaller ration
By Tuesday this is going well
I'm full of strength and passion
It's Wednesday I am feeling weak
I want to drink some claret
I tell myself to carry on
So instead I eat a carrot
I put myself to bed that night
Hoping not to suffer
Tomorrow is another day
Of course I'll be much tougher
By Thursday I am back on track
I'm feeling rather dandy
I force myself to eat less snacks
And have a little brandy
By Friday it is getting tough
I'm feeling so much weaker
I pour a glass of cold crisp wine
And then fill another beaker
Come Saturday I am off the plan
I've gelled into my sofa
I fill my face with tasty treats
And turn in to a loafer
The sabbath day I carry on
I may as well keep eating
Hereafter I will start again
And do it without cheating
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Author:
rubers76 (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2017 01:34
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Comments4
Rubers, your excellent poem described my week perfectly!
Great write. I have a similar plan I will start exercising and dieting tomorrow.
I know this so well. A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine and yet for six weeks now I've managed to give it up - also I exercise on a daily routine (although I have been doing that for 10 years now) and have cut down on the carbs quite drastically and eating smaller meals. Chocolate is out and just a couple of bedtime biscuit treats. The Outcome? I have lost 6lbs in the 6 weeks since I started but it aint easy. Today my daughter and family are coming over for lunch and already there is a bottle of wine on the table in readiness... Oh what the heck! And, yes, I do love your poem.
Love your good humor and enjoyed your nice rhymes. I needed the smile!
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