January Poem
Anonymous

'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The stuffing I'd nibble, the turkey I'd taste
The yummies I'd eaten had gone straight to my waist.
The wine and the mince pies, the bread and the cheese,
I should have just said, "No thank you, please."
So I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
I couldn't believe my bottom and belly - the girth!
I said to myself, as only I can,
"You can't spend the year disguised as a man!"
So away with the last of the sour-cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker andchip.
Every last bit of food I like must be banished,
'Til all the additional ounces had vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.
Instead I will chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have Irish coffees, or chocolates, or pie
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly I'll cry,
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore-
But isn't that what January's for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

January

Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come out to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Today we coasted down the hill,
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Willstay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times-
Just come along and see.

     Winifred C. Marshall

January

January
Now is here--
A fine new start
For a whole new year.

The snow comesdown
In the dark of night.
When we awake
The world is white.

In January
When's there's snow,
We get our sleds
And away we go.

     Anonymous

January

January sparkles.
January's bold.
January huffs and puffs.
January's cold.

     Anonymous

New Year

A year to be glad in,
And not to be sad in,
To gain in, to give in,
A happy new year.
A new year for trying,
And never for sighing,
A new year to live in,
Oh hold it most dear.