Food saga

Most people live to eat, but not me.

If I didn't hold myself back, I'd be constantly on an eating spree.

I wake up in the morning and have some toast,

two slices at the most.

Then I have a banana about ten thirty when I really want a cake.

If not a cake, a Cadbury's chocolate flake.

When I get up in the morning, all I think about is food.

Whenever there is a cup of tea or an interlude.

I physically have to stop my self eating,

and often there is a lot of cheating.

Because of this obsession, I'm curvy.

I'm on a 'stop me eating journey.'

Even now I want to eat,

and keeping my mind on this, avoids that sweet.

But what would most people choose, a floppy green lettuce that makes you look like a rake.
Or a chocolate cake that gives you belly ache.

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Alas, I know what I should choose but it so hard to do.
If only the good stuff could taste like mildew.

Friday 

Saturday

Sunday

oh no, the next day is MONDAY

Then the world stops on

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday 

Friday, then

IT'S THE WEEKEND AGAIN!

But alas, it's still Monday tomorrow, whatever I do.

But don't laugh, because it's the same for you.

Toothpaste in the Eye

I have toothpaste in my eye, oh my!

I flicked the toothbrush and it went high,

so I splashed water all over my face and waited.

The brush must have been weighted.

It's still sore as I write, but it's getting better.

Thankfully, it didn't land on my sweater.

But alas, it is smarting and I hope it will ease a little,

Else I'll be visiting the hospital. (Groan lol)

Lazy, lazy, Sunday

I'm lazy, just sitting around

I've not got my feet on the ground

I'm just happily lazing around

And do you know what, this lazing around is sound.

Smile, it's nearly half term

Smile from ear to ear

Shout it from the rooftops

You've got nothing to fear

Half term is here.

Going to lie in and lie in and lie in.

Going to eat and drink, eat and drink.

I won't be getting thin, thin, thin.

Not unless I throw those sweets in the bin, bin, bin.

Sunday - Play Day

Going out to lunch today, oh yes.

No working in the kitchen - no stress.

No washing and drying up for hubby.

Things are looking sunny.

I might have a roast, or maybe a Korma.

On this cold day, that may be warmer,

So, better get out of my Jim Jams and get ready.

I wonder if I will also get some custard and jelly?

Saturday and relax

A time to put on a sweat suit and slacks

A time to stay in those Jim Jams as long as you like,

and not get on an exercise bike.

It's a time to chill, chill, chill.

To relax and refill.

Oh! the joy of relaxing and stuffing your face,

and pulling back from the human race.

A wonderful time to slob around

and rest

Saturday is the day I like best....................

Apart from Sunday when we go out for the day

When we visit the sights and play.

Say hello, go on, I dare you!

Being invisible is not nice;

when it happens more than twice.

It is downright rude and needs to be addressed.

I'm definitely not impressed.

I've tried my hardest to be nice but to no avail.

So now I'm going to make the culprit wail.

You've made me feel insignificant but no more.

I'm going to even the score.

From now on, I don't want to look at your face,

you're barely a part of the human race.

Remember, two can play at that game and I've had enough,

from now on, I'm going to be tough.

I'm not going to look at your face,

for your behaviour is a disgrace.

I'm going to treat you with contempt, the way you do me.

Will you like that treatment? 

We will see.

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I'm spitting nails sitting here, typing away.

You are like a miserable winter's day.

You are hateful and that is a fact.

You really should be whacked.

What have I ever done to make you act this way.

Oh I know, I'm happy every day.

What you do is called bullying you nasty piece of trash and

you make my body come out in a nasty rash.

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The saddest part of this, is I'm going against all that I hold dear.

My principles that are clear.

You've brought me down to your level

But sadly, you are the devil.

So. I'll no longer say hello and let whatever you say go over my head.

Watch out, my patience is loosely spread.

I'll talk to you in a professional way and that is it.

You're no longer going to make my life ....

I'm going to be disrespectful and rude to you too.

You'll need more than a brew.

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A shopping spree that was not to be

Coffee and a ham hock roll.

Then a gentle stroll.

Into town where the clothes can be found.

Tottering on shoes that are so unsound.

Money in hand to explore the shops.

Looking for skirts and tops.

But alas, it was not to be.

So much for my shopping spree.

Although I did find one top that was green.

Should that colour really be seen...

with a blue denim skirt, 

would I look like a bean?

I'm off out again tomorrow and I'm thinking about that top, which is unusual, because I would normally be thinking about the ham hock.

We went on a field trip with the children today.

We didn't have time to play.

We squished and we squashed in the slushy rain and
we didn't have to use our brain.

We slid and fell and tumbled down.
But nobody wore a frown.

It was fun, fun, fun, all the way,
even though it was a rainy day.

We walked by the river as it meandered by,
and we passed the king sized pig sty.

The sun didn't appear at all.
But it did not make us bawl.

Because the grass was green
and mother nature was a perfect scene.

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It's amazing how a twig can be a sword or a wand.
And a catkin can create a special bond.

But tummies started to rumble and it was time to eat...
time to have lunch and a tiny treat.