- Twas The Month After Christmas - a poem
"Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse...
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip...
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!"
- NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS - a poem by Bruce Lansky
"I will not skateboard down the hall
or skateboard down the stairs.
I won’t run over teachers,
and I won’t crash into chairs.."