Limerick In My Pocket

This year I will lose weight I do think No matter how hard too I will shrink But what shall I not eat I don’t like anything sweet This year I won’t lose weight I do think… No cakes pass my lips no sweeties I eat I eat some fish and a little red meat What do I let go west Perhaps a tighter vest Will help the fat to slip down to my feet… No luck I tried, my vest is now too wide I tuck it into my pants at the side That made them unsightly There’s no more twice nightly Hoist them as a sail, and leave on the tide… My new years wishes and hopes are now gone We have not even reached day number one I am paying the toll For each nice sausage roll My hopes and man, have set sail in the sun… My vest sailed out to sea, now what shall I do? My chest in the winter perhaps will turn blue If you have an idea You can whisper it here There may be something to keep warm we can do… © ~GG~ 28/12/2012 Entry For G Rix's Limerick In my Pocket contest