Post by Nats on Dec 21, 2015 0:54:45 GMT
The Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me
“I´ve bought a big 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 the people from next door
And 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 all the Christmas pud and had the turkey cold
On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes scurried
But we were nice and warm indoors, we had the turkey curried
On the sixth day of Christmas, the Christmas spirit died
The children fought and argued, we had turkey rissoles, fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas I made my true love wince
He sat down at the table – I´d made him turkey mince
On the eighth day of Christmas, the dog had run for shelter
It had seen the turkey pancakes and a glass of Alka-Seltzer
On the ninth day of Christmas, by lunch time Dad was blotto
That bloody bird was back again, this time it was risotto
On the tenth day of Christmas, we drank some homemade brew
As if that wasn´t bad enough, we were eating turkey stew
On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was molting
With chilli, soy and Worcester sauce, the turkey was revolting
On the twelfth day of Christmas, we had smiles upon our lips
The guests all gone, the turkey too, we dined on fish and chips.
A MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE --
On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me
“I´ve bought a big 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 the people from next door
And 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 all the Christmas pud and had the turkey cold
On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes scurried
But we were nice and warm indoors, we had the turkey curried
On the sixth day of Christmas, the Christmas spirit died
The children fought and argued, we had turkey rissoles, fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas I made my true love wince
He sat down at the table – I´d made him turkey mince
On the eighth day of Christmas, the dog had run for shelter
It had seen the turkey pancakes and a glass of Alka-Seltzer
On the ninth day of Christmas, by lunch time Dad was blotto
That bloody bird was back again, this time it was risotto
On the tenth day of Christmas, we drank some homemade brew
As if that wasn´t bad enough, we were eating turkey stew
On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was molting
With chilli, soy and Worcester sauce, the turkey was revolting
On the twelfth day of Christmas, we had smiles upon our lips
The guests all gone, the turkey too, we dined on fish and chips.
A MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE --
