12 December 2010
The children were laughing at the size of my rump,
Me in my MuMu, Ben and Jerry in a bowl,
Away to the kitchen I ran like a flash,
Tore into the cookies, while potatoes I mash.
The moon on the breast of the turkey I'd roasted,
gave me a use for the bread that I had toasted.
And what did my eyes bigger than my stomach next see,
Eight tiny stocking stuffers glaring back at me.
With little old Debbie, so chocolaty and rich,
I knew in a moment the wrapper I'd pitch.
More rapid than weight loss, I slammed back that cake,
I whistled and shouted, what next could I take!
Posted by The Paper Whisperer