Twas the week before Whole30 and all through the house,
all the creatures were stirring, quite possibly even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the A.C. with care,
in hopes that Saint Nicholas wouldn't melt before he got there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of peanut butter balls danced in their heads.
And mama in her nursing tank. and papa in his cap,
had just settled in for supposedly a long winters nap.
Where out on the car port arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the laundry room I flew like a flash,
I threw open the door and turned on the light.
The moon, on the breast of the new winters dew,
gave a luster to midday of objects below.
When what to my wandering eye should appear,
but a Cater with a spoon dipped deep in the Blue Bell.
I knew in a moment it must be my ole Mike,
more rabid than eagles he gobbled his prize.
"Oh Cookies n' Cream, oh Chocolate and Vanilla!
Oh Pistachio Almond and Great Divide we do have!
Let's enjoy them all before New Year's does come!"
As dry leaves before that wild hurricane fly,
he gobbled his ice cream knowing soon he'd surely cry.
Fore for nearly a month, if not possibly longer,
the baby weight I shall lose before 30 comes knocking.
No more chocolate, or candies, or cookies, or pie.
No bread, or waffles, or Micky D fries.
Only meat and veggies that are spiralized.
But the pants need to fit and we all need to be healthy.
So Whole30 it is, like it or not.
January is coming...
and I've kinda run out of rhymes.
