MY TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me, I'm glad we bought a fresh turkey and a proper Christmas Tree
On the second day of Christmas much laughter could be heard as we tucked into a most delicious bird.
On the third day we entertained the people from next door. The turkey tasted just as good as it had done the day before.
Day four, relations came to stay, poor Gran is looking old. We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes flurried, but we were nice and warm inside, for we had our turkey curried.
On the sixth day, I must admit, the Christmas died ,the children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried
On the seventh day of Christmas 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 lunch time Dad was blotto, he said he had to drink to face the turkey risotto.
By the tenth day the booze had gone (except our home made brew). And if that wasn,t bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting. The mince pies were as hard as rock and the turkey was revolting.
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.