Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 5:11 am
I thought you'd like the following poem:
It Takes a BIG Man to Admit It
It's eleven pounds and counting,
As the weight begins to shed.
I've had no cakes or cookies,
Yet I'm still not underfed.
I'm shunning fats and sugars,
So anxiety subsides.
I've changed my eating habits,
From the pastries and the pies.
My calories are fewer,
And my belt has lost a notch.
I've given up my goodies,
Like that tasty butterschtch.
It still will take a while,
But I'm now "full steam ahead,"
'Cuz my body's feeling better,
And my girth has ceased to spread!
Thank you, Carolyn, Lucinda, and Stress.
Gregg B. Miesch
It Takes a BIG Man to Admit It
It's eleven pounds and counting,
As the weight begins to shed.
I've had no cakes or cookies,
Yet I'm still not underfed.
I'm shunning fats and sugars,
So anxiety subsides.
I've changed my eating habits,
From the pastries and the pies.
My calories are fewer,
And my belt has lost a notch.
I've given up my goodies,
Like that tasty butterschtch.
It still will take a while,
But I'm now "full steam ahead,"
'Cuz my body's feeling better,
And my girth has ceased to spread!
Thank you, Carolyn, Lucinda, and Stress.
Gregg B. Miesch