Weight for Christmas

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Mom has joined a diet center.
Dad has joined a gym.
Mom complains her clothes won’t fit.
Dad says same with him.

Thirty days they’ll exercise
and diet like they’re mad.
Until at last they’ll give it up;
this yearly fitness fad.

Each December’s just the same:
We feast till we could burst.
Then Mom and Dad start dieting
on January First.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 2

 


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