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Twelve days of Christmas 
On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me;
I’m glad we bought 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 we entertained 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 Christmas pud and had the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas outside the snowflakes flurried;
But we were nice and warm inside being full of turkey curry.
On the sixth day I must admit the Christmas spirit died;
The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince;
As we sat down at the table and was offered turkey mince.
Day eight nerves were getting frayed; the dog had run for shelter;
I served up turkey pancakes and a glass of alka seltzer.
On the ninth day our cat left home and dad was really Blotto;
He said he had to have a drink to face the turkey risotto.
By the tenth day the booze had gone, except the home made brew;
And as if that wasn’t bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas the Tree had started moulting;
The mince pies were rock hard and the turkey quite revolting.
On the twelfth day my true love had a smile upon his lips;
Guests had gone The turkey too and WE DINED ON FISH AND CHIPS !!!!!!!!
On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me;
I’m glad we bought 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 we entertained 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 Christmas pud and had the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas outside the snowflakes flurried;
But we were nice and warm inside being full of turkey curry.
On the sixth day I must admit the Christmas spirit died;
The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince;
As we sat down at the table and was offered turkey mince.
Day eight nerves were getting frayed; the dog had run for shelter;
I served up turkey pancakes and a glass of alka seltzer.
On the ninth day our cat left home and dad was really Blotto;
He said he had to have a drink to face the turkey risotto.
By the tenth day the booze had gone, except the home made brew;
And as if that wasn’t bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas the Tree had started moulting;
The mince pies were rock hard and the turkey quite revolting.
On the twelfth day my true love had a smile upon his lips;
Guests had gone The turkey too and WE DINED ON FISH AND CHIPS !!!!!!!!
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