The Twelve Days After Christmas
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a FIGHT, and so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spit. Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the ol' rubber gloves, and very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup. I had to use the three french hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake for their language was obcene.
The five golden rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green!
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay. I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A
On the seventh day what a mess I found, all seven of the swimming swans had drown my true love *sniff* my true love *sigh* my true love gave to me.
The eigth day after Christmas, I sent back the eight maids o' milking, nine ladies dancing, ten lords o' leaping, eleven pipers piping, twelve drummers drumming..... and sent them back collect. I wrote my true love "WE ARE THROUGH LOVE." and I said in so many words, "....further more your Christmas gifts are for the...."
FOUR CALLING BIRDS
THREE FRENCH HENS
TWO TURTLE DOVES
AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a FIGHT, and so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spit. Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the ol' rubber gloves, and very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup. I had to use the three french hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake for their language was obcene.
The five golden rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green!
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay. I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A
On the seventh day what a mess I found, all seven of the swimming swans had drown my true love *sniff* my true love *sigh* my true love gave to me.
The eigth day after Christmas, I sent back the eight maids o' milking, nine ladies dancing, ten lords o' leaping, eleven pipers piping, twelve drummers drumming..... and sent them back collect. I wrote my true love "WE ARE THROUGH LOVE." and I said in so many words, "....further more your Christmas gifts are for the...."
FOUR CALLING BIRDS
THREE FRENCH HENS
TWO TURTLE DOVES
AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!
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