My twelve days of Christmas
This is a poem that was sent to me from my Auntie in Scotland. I've no idea who wrote it or where she got it from but I thought you might enjoy it.
On the first day of Christmas my true
love said to me..."I'm glad we bought
fresh turkey and a proper xmas tree."
On the second day of xmas, much laughter
could be heard as we tucked into our
turkey, a most delicious bird
On the third day we entertained the
people from next door, the turkey tasted
just as good as it had the day before.
Day four, relations came to stay; poor
Gran is looking old. We finished up the
xmas pud and ate the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of xmas, outside the
snowflakes flurried. But we were
nice and warm inside, for we had our
On the sixth day, I must admit the
xmas spirit died. The children fought
and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried
On the seventh day of xmas, my true love
he did wince, when he sat down at the
table and was offered turkey mince
Day eight, and nerves were getting frayed,
the dog had run for shelter, I served up
turkey pancakes, with a glass of Alka Seltzer
On the ninth day our cat left home, by
lunchtime dad was blotto. He said he had
to have a drink to face turkey rissotto
By the tenth day the booze had gone
(except our homemade brew) and if that
wasn't bad enough we suffered turkey stew
On the eleventh day of xmas, the
xmas tree was moulting, the mince
pies were as hard as rock and the turkey
On the twelfth day, my true love
had a smile upon his lips. The guests
had gone, the turkey too, and we
dined on fish and chips.
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