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
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