That Post-Holiday Feeling

A post-holiday rhyme

I’m trying to think of new stories to write.

It’s a new year. My mind should be brimming and bright.

But the ideas won’t come cause I have eaten too much.

Creativity’s choked by the Christmas pud starch.

The food has been constant, the dinners, the cake,

and chocolates - so many they made my gut ache. 

So I've gone on a diet of fruit and good stuff

cause I know that my tummy has had quite enough.

In a few days the goodness will reach to my brain

And then I can get back to writing again.

How do you cope with all the holiday excess?