The fish and the kugel, (oh my, what a taste ); after both the Sederim went straight to my waist.

When I got on the scale, I couldn't believe it! The treadmill and bicycle wouldn't relieve it.

I remembered the marvelous meals I prepared; the light airy matzah balls everyone shared.

The brisket, the turkey, the tzimmes so sweet;  oy, let me recline and get off of my feet.

I know we made kiddish and recited each plague; but right now I'm loggy, and my memory is vague.

So, don't give me matzah, chopped liver or wine; I'll do my aerobics and never more dine.

I'm walking to shul, so what if it's far; I'm not even thinking of taking the car.

With 10 lbs. to lose and 10 inches to shrink; macaroons when wrapped tightly, can so nicely freeze.

Pack the sponge cake and tayglach away; if you please.

 Out of sight, out of mind - by this oath I'll abide.

Bring me the boiled chicken with romaine on the side.

 I'll keep on that program, to my diet adhere.