I is for
I Must Remember
by Shel Silverstein*
I must remember...
Turkey on Thanksgiving,
Pudding on Christmas,
Eggs on Easter,
Chicken on Sunday,
Fish on Friday,
Leftovers on Monday,
But ah, me--I'm such a dunce.
I went and ate them all at once.
Do you ever have one of those days when you eat more than you should because it all tastes good? I had one of those days yesterday when we took my son out for his birthday. Thank goodness for the weekends when I can wear sweat pants with an elastic top. :)
*This poem was originally in Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein and part of my tribute to National Poetry Month this month.
