There’s sugar on my lips.
My diet is broken.
Fat’s going to my hips.
Oh, why did I make it,
If I couldn’t have a taste.
Oh, why did I make it,
If it’s going to my waist.
It didn’t make it to baking.
I ate all the dough.
It didn’t make it to baking.
My pants I’ll outgrow.
Without the desserts
The children won’t come.
Without the desserts
Thanksgiving’s ho-hum!
Happy Thanksgiving
from Texas, ya'll!
The Texas Woman
LOL! That was fantastic!! You've got real talent as a poet. I'm a big, long sweater tomorrow so I won't feel badly about not buttoning my pants. ;) Enjoy your Thanksgiving, your family, and of course the food.
ReplyDeleteThat's what stretchy pants are for. I bust those bad boys out every year from Thanksgiving right on thru Christmas(sometimes New Years Eve). Happy Thanksgiving!!! Debbie
ReplyDeleteLove the poetry... love my gown all day tomorrow. Richard doesn't care, he's seen it before. Love that you spell ya'll the correct Texas spelling... have a great fun day, and kiss that grandchild!
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