December 27, 2024 PWYC Friday! Good day to you!
Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2024 9:00 am
Here are two funnies to start our day- a good way to start a day is with a smile - poem by anonymous
'Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared:
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No, thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt—
I said to myself, as I only can,
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So—away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
‘Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie—not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie;
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore—
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!
Another:
by Lisa's Odd thoughts ("oh yeah I'm overthinking it") I love this one.
Twas the day after Christmas, and all through my home
The floor was all covered with packaging foam.
The stockings were flung by the couch without care
And emptied soon after St. Nick had been there.
My family was napping in cribs and on couches
‘Cause sugar overloading had made them all grouches.
And the babe in his sleeper and I with my phone
Had just settled down for some time all alone.
When the thought to my mind arose with such force,
There’s so much to clean up, so PANIC of course!
Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash
To see all the messes and new-presents stash.
The lights on the tree that once had been so sweet
Just lit up the mess that now littered my feet.
Then what to my wandering eyes should appear
But even more stuff! And not one surface clear.
With a nod of my head, so lively and quick,
I went straight to work with the speed of St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, I swept through the room
While I whimpered and pouted and reached for the broom.
“The boxes! The used bows! The piles of gift wrap!
The toys! The small pieces! The messes of big crap!
From the tops of the tables, To the ends of the hall!
Now put away! Put away! Put away all!”
My eyes—how they widened! The messes, how many!
My cheeks were a huffing, the toys were a plenty!
My own little mouth I stuffed with candy a bit
As I found the last pieces with wrappers on it.
I was dressed in my jammies from head to my toes.
I didn’t get dressed, but just picked up the bows.
A bundle of toys were all spread from their packs
And I picked them all up with some strain in my back.
I picked up the wrapping and boxes galore.
I picked up the new trains and the puzzles some more.
I put away leftovers and made a big stack
Of unused paper plates, now returned to their pack.
I hung the new clothes in my closet quite nicely
And folded the things for my drawers so precisely.
I put away candy and treats way up high
Away from the reach of my sweet little guys.
I assembled new toys and pulled off new tags,
I put away games and the Christmas gift bags.
I was feeling quite good and thought I was done,
But found one messy spot, just the final last one!
So I peeked in the sink, and despite my best wishes
Found a towering pile of gross dirty dishes!
So I sighed a big sigh, so tired and meek,
“Merry Christmas to me—these can wait til next week!”
'Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared:
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No, thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt—
I said to myself, as I only can,
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So—away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
‘Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie—not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie;
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore—
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!
Another:
by Lisa's Odd thoughts ("oh yeah I'm overthinking it") I love this one.
Twas the day after Christmas, and all through my home
The floor was all covered with packaging foam.
The stockings were flung by the couch without care
And emptied soon after St. Nick had been there.
My family was napping in cribs and on couches
‘Cause sugar overloading had made them all grouches.
And the babe in his sleeper and I with my phone
Had just settled down for some time all alone.
When the thought to my mind arose with such force,
There’s so much to clean up, so PANIC of course!
Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash
To see all the messes and new-presents stash.
The lights on the tree that once had been so sweet
Just lit up the mess that now littered my feet.
Then what to my wandering eyes should appear
But even more stuff! And not one surface clear.
With a nod of my head, so lively and quick,
I went straight to work with the speed of St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, I swept through the room
While I whimpered and pouted and reached for the broom.
“The boxes! The used bows! The piles of gift wrap!
The toys! The small pieces! The messes of big crap!
From the tops of the tables, To the ends of the hall!
Now put away! Put away! Put away all!”
My eyes—how they widened! The messes, how many!
My cheeks were a huffing, the toys were a plenty!
My own little mouth I stuffed with candy a bit
As I found the last pieces with wrappers on it.
I was dressed in my jammies from head to my toes.
I didn’t get dressed, but just picked up the bows.
A bundle of toys were all spread from their packs
And I picked them all up with some strain in my back.
I picked up the wrapping and boxes galore.
I picked up the new trains and the puzzles some more.
I put away leftovers and made a big stack
Of unused paper plates, now returned to their pack.
I hung the new clothes in my closet quite nicely
And folded the things for my drawers so precisely.
I put away candy and treats way up high
Away from the reach of my sweet little guys.
I assembled new toys and pulled off new tags,
I put away games and the Christmas gift bags.
I was feeling quite good and thought I was done,
But found one messy spot, just the final last one!
So I peeked in the sink, and despite my best wishes
Found a towering pile of gross dirty dishes!
So I sighed a big sigh, so tired and meek,
“Merry Christmas to me—these can wait til next week!”