Getting Fat for Christmas

by joetwo

Sitting around for Christmas

No work, no out, no way

A recipe for disaster

Constant eating

Filling, foods of joy

Chocolate, sweets, puddings

And the all-powerful Christmas turkey

No choice for it, have to eat

It would be rude not to

And down the fat goes

Building with unparalleled speed and efficiency

 Belts become meaningless

Inelastic waist-bands patently unwise

Especially in this time of plenty

The only consolation

Is that the lean months are ahead

Dark of night and light of pocket

No need to splurge

And a gym membership to use up

Until next year

When the cycle repeats itself

Yet again