Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

Our poem this week comes from Aoife McGee who lives in Australia. Aoife (maiden name Moynihan) grew up in Passage West in Cork and having spent 7 years in London, got married and settled in Carrigaline, and then moved to Sydney.

She used to write poetry for her piano teacher when she was very young, and has recently taken it up again.

She is doing a writing course with the Sydney Writer's Centre and she enjoys writing all sorts of things.

She even had an opinion piece published in The Sydney Morning Herald recently. She likes to delve into the Irish Examiner to see what's happening on the Irish scene and read Mike Bowen's column.

Christmas is Over

When Christmas is over and the tinsel's packed away
The trees burn in the fire and gone is Santa's sleigh
With our waist bands stretched and livers needing rest
We start the New Year with resolutions and zest

I will be strong and resist the sugary cakes
And all the sweet colourful jelly snakes,
No more chocolate or crunchy biscuits with my tea
This is definitely the start of a brand new me

All is going well 'til I call on my mother
Have just one biscuit, she says have another
The diet demons will not get their way
I really try to say no, but what I utter is yes, okay

On my way back home and I think what's for dinner
Then I smell the chipper and my stomachs on a winner
But no, I must resist and get home to my healthy salad
But thoughts of battered sausages win me over and I've had it

I curl up later on the sofa watching a show on the box
These two health nuts rambling on about a detox
I've got chocolate in one hand, glass of wine in the other
The day's nearly over, ah well, there's tomorrow's another

Why do diets always start tomorrow? >© Aoife McGee