The Everlasting Turkey. On the first day of Christmas my true liove said to me Ive 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 people came from just next door, The turkey tasted just as good as it had done before. On the fourth day of Christmas came relations young and old We finished up the Christmas pud and had the turkey cold. On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes scurried, But we were nice and warm inside, and had the turkey curried.. On the sixth day of Christmas, the Christmas spirit died, The children fought and bickered - we had the turkey rissoles fried. On the seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince When we sat down at table - and was offered turkey mince. On the eighth day of Christmas, the dog had run for shelter, For hed seen our turkey pancakes and the glass of alka-seltzer. On the ninth day of Christmas, by lunchtime dad was blotto, He knew that bird was back again, this time as a risotto. On the tenth day of Christmas we were drinking home-made brew, Anything to help us face that steaming turkey stew. On the eleventh day of Christmas our lovely tree was moulting, And with chilli, soy and oyster sauce, the turkey was revolting. On the twelth day of Christmas we had smiles back on our lips, the guests had gone, the turkey too - WE DINED ON FISH AND CHIPS.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 14:21:16 +0000
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