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
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 Christmas pud
and ate the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
outside the snow flakes flurried.
But we were nice and warm inside,
for we had our turkey curried.
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,
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 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.
[Anon]
Seasons Greetings to all on Birding Aus
and may the birds on your New Year's wish list all be seen.
Sue Meinhold
