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Plight of the Leftover Christmas Cookies

Cookies must not go to waste Specially those of great taste So right passed my lips And straight to my hips I WILL let them go to WAIST I so love to munch and munch They’re brittle now with a crunch The flavors- still great But don’t satiate They’re great with my office lunch My body keeps them in store Why can’t I get through the door? Should have thrown them out Now I am more “stout” Ok, perhaps just one more? Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Bijo Saab

Date: 1/13/2013 7:38:00 PM

Very funny, loved the last phrase specially. :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/14/2013 1:20:00 AM

Thanks, Bijo....Great to hear from you!:)

Jon A Cavanaugh

Date: 1/3/2013 12:13:00 AM

Deliciously funny poem Eileen. Enjoyed it so much.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/14/2013 1:20:00 AM

Jon....your posts are always sweet! :) Hugs!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/2/2013 9:15:00 PM

This was fun, I too have been known to slip. My pants so tight they often rip. I oh so love to stuff my face. Tim Hortons is a magical place. I dunk my cookies till they drip. Thanks for the chuckle can you recommend a good place for Stetchy pants???

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/2/2013 10:20:00 PM

HAHAHAHAH! Good one, Richard! :) Thanks for the post! Today....my snack is 3 carrots! Ah...life!