January

 January is not a real month

It's the void that starts every year

The lack of joy in the season

To quench all that feeling of cheer

Flush out all the feeling of eating

The feeling of joy you must shred

For diets, fasting and jogging

Replace all of the goodies with dread

The latter, will make resolutions

To just finish the dullest of food

The toffees are getting quite melted

But to bin them, is really quite rude