Andrea Dietrich Poet Verse

I'M Dreaming of a New Body

Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas


I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating. 
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly -with every Christmas treat I take. 
But I can't stop feasting, my size increasing;
when I stand on the scales they'll break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline, 
so take that chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat,
 and may all my body lose its fat!

(I no longer make my traditional chex mix and
many candies I used to cook for the  holidays!~)

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Line Gauthier April 15, 2018 at 4:55 PM Sweet write - I can so relate to this. You have been inspiring me to get a grip on myself and try to scale down! Thanks, Andrea.

Robin Davis July 24, 2014 at 10:54 PM Andrea What a fun and creative write. I was singing it in my head from beginning to end. Thank you for the awesome comment on my Paradise poem.

Harry Horsman May 11, 2012 at 8:22 AM Oh this is good, Andrea, i know, i'm in the same boat as you with this, and so is Elaine my wife, so i can easily relate to this wonderful poem., Oh one thing, your beautiful eyes will not be affected, so away you go with the choc's ah ah. harry

Maureen Lefanue January 1, 2012 at 2:23 PM Andrea, I think we all love chocolate. But not likely to get a new body yet. Your poem is great! You have been writing for 11 years - I have only been writing for 4 years. I didn't want to write poetry because I didn't think too many people would be interested in poetry. This site and feedback from others has proved me wrong. All the very best for an awesome 2012! Maureen

Jon Arno December 21, 2011 at 9:22 PM Ahhhh...one more chocolate wont hurt :) I surely understand...oh my :)

Nette Onclaud December 15, 2011 at 10:03 AM hi andie.. for contest or not, this one beats the sugar / calories out of me.. yep, i'll always be here ; just got derailed with the plagiariam issue ( ugh) and my asthma but am doing better; less wheezing... haven;t heard from constance... and gosh! i am still reviewing my past contest as a lot did not put their names( a requirement).. woe, woe.. lol.. miss ya. i have so many new poems.. come and hit them hard, yipers!.. miss ya.. :) huggs!

Bl Devnath December 14, 2011 at 10:08 AM Very interesting your candies meant as a new body. Enjoyed nicely. Thanks for sharing. bl

Poet Destroyer A December 14, 2011 at 8:33 AM ummm,,is this for Debbie's contest... lol.... i think i'm having fun with the thought,, you said fat in a poem... ha ha ha... well Andrea, i don't know what to say... but, hope you stop all the cooking,, lol... enjoyed the way you exposed the honesty of your increasing ways.. well love the beauty of a new waistline myself... but, more i need to focus on my bun bun .. have a nice one,..p.d.

Don Johnson December 13, 2011 at 11:53 PM We all have the weight problem, everything nice makes me thrice ...twice. But its enjoyable, just have to get by with me personality hey.... Amnesia not quiet about me:)

Robert Johnson December 12, 2011 at 2:39 PM If the one who's baking begins to not enjoy. The rest of us who stuff our gut, you really will annoy. As for the back end of your verse. A flat one can also be a curse. :) Heres wishing you a wonderful holiday season. I hope it reflects a happy new year.

Kabuteng P.Ink K. December 11, 2011 at 12:52 AM Heehee, can I adopt this song??? Now you got me humming this, haha :D --just saying hi sweetie! :D how was melancholia? I hope you're having a good weekend.... me breathe, nikko. breathe. hugs to you!

John Aaron Green December 10, 2011 at 10:23 PM so true,,,,great way to create a poem,,,even as a man i eat to much,,,but i call it putting on my winter coat...lol....

Elizabeth Wesley December 10, 2011 at 4:08 PM You look just right to me even though its just your face. You can diet after Christmas so enjoy Andrea!

Nola Perez December 10, 2011 at 1:26 PM I LOVE this. So witty. I will share w/ close friends as a non-fattening Xmas bon bon. I have been trying to upload my photo, but can't seem to make it work. It really is neat to be able to put a face to it. Thank you for all your comments, Andrea.

Daver Austin December 10, 2011 at 12:50 PM Hi, Andrea. I'm working on the blockage - hope the soup has some answers, or can, at least, lead me to someone who can solve the problem. Great words for a great tune. I played the Nat King Cole show once, but it was in the summer time so no White Christmas. Nat was a great singer and an even greater jazz pianist. Love, daver

Black Eyed Susan December 10, 2011 at 10:46 AM awesome parody! I can't stop feasting either!

David Williams December 10, 2011 at 12:56 AM ha ha ha ha, Andrea way to go, love it..David

Chiquitachiamaka Baity December 9, 2011 at 11:19 PM lol... wow.. i love this.. have to add it to my faves... you summed it all up here..lol... great write Andrea...smiles... chiquita

M.I.A . December 9, 2011 at 9:02 PM loved your witty here Andrea. specially the last line (wishing it too here ~.~). thank you for stopping by and left a comment.

Debra Squyres December 9, 2011 at 8:48 PM Laughing out loud..actually !!! :Love it !!

Greg Stanley December 9, 2011 at 4:42 PM Andrea, Ha... very funny and very relatable - but that is why there are New Year's resolutions

Greg Stanley December 9, 2011 at 4:41 PM Andrea, Ha... very funny and very relatable - but that is way there are New Year's resolutions

Kim Merryman December 9, 2011 at 3:53 PM Hilarious, Andrea. Love it! Kim

Jack Horne December 9, 2011 at 1:50 PM LOL, love it! I'm humming WC as I read this one. Many congrats to you on your wins too, my friend : )

Tony Lane December 9, 2011 at 1:13 PM My wife bakes 2000 cokies for Christmas. I begged her this year not to because she no longer has the kids to help her bake. She told me she was going to make six batches of baklava instead. That's what i call compromise.

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