The Twelve Days of Turkey
On the
first day of Christmas my true love said to me
I've bought a nice fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree.
On the
second day of Christmas, much laughter could be heard
as we tucked into our turkey, a most delicious bird
On the
third day of Christmas, came people from next door
the turkey tasted just as good as it had the day before
On the
fourth day of Christmas came relations young and old
we finished up the Christmas pud and had the turkey cold
On the
fifth day of Christmas outside the snowflakes scurried,
but we were nice and warm inside, we had the turkey curried.
On the
sixth day of Christmas the Christmas spirit died,
the children fought and bickered as we had the turkey fried.
On the
seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince
when he sat down at the table to have the turkey minced
On the
eighth day of Christmas the dog he ran for shelter,
he'd seen our turkey pancakes and the glass of Alka Seltzer
On the
ninth day of Christmas by lunchtime Dad was blotto
he knew that bird was back again, but this time a risotto.
On the
tenth day of Christmas we were drinking home made brew
as if that wasn't bad enough, we were eating turkey stew
On the
eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting
with chilli, soy and oyster sauce the turkey was revolting
On the
twelth day of Christmas with a smile upon our lips
the guests had gone, the turkey too – we dined on fish and chips!
found at Theo Spark.net