After the Game

Super bowl Sunday
ended yesterday
I was sure my diet had won

I did not prevail
when I saw the scale
and it read my old weight plus one

So now that football
won’t be back ‘til fall
I will get back to it again

No more tasty sweets
cookies, pies or treats
and this time I’m going to win

Going to work out
that’s what it’s about
making my flabby muscles strong

I look at the road
and see it has snowed
so starting today might be wrong
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Wolf Avatar
February 12, 2024 at 6:38 PM
For so many of us, it's the 'Super Bowl of Cheetos' or some such... Good luck.
Brotherton Avatar
February 13, 2024 at 5:21 PM
Thank Gershon. Chicken wings, smokies, chips and dip...enough to cause a heart attack.
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