Just for the record, that’s not me! – Picture produced by Ai.

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Last year, they say, is history.

The new year, is just a mystery. No

So, as we ponder what’s in store

Before we open New Year’s door,

Reflect on what we’ve done.

First, last year’s resolutions

Our world changing revolution

Was set last New Year’s Eve,

And what did we achieve?

…nothing.

That suit that didn’t fit last year

Won’t fit again I somewhat fear.

But this year will be different,

Without meaning to be vociferant,

…I’m still fat!

My running gear looks so forlorn

It cost a fortune but was never worn

It hangs across the back of a chair

It’s saying to me, “don’t you dare,

Go running!”

When I say run, it’s more a jog,

Well actually, I walk the dog

But obviously not too fast

I like my exercise to last

…while snacking.

So, diabetes here I come

Nursing my slightly overlarge tum

Not to mention the size of my bum

As to chocolate, I succumb.

..a soupçon.

Resolutions are just so bad

They set up every fail I’ve had

So, this year I made none

This year I actually won.

…no idea what though.

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Please note, that this is a humorous poem, it in no way reflects me or my lifestyle! I’m thin, fit, handsome, modest and in denial.

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