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Twelve days of Christmas - the Turkey version

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LadyScozz

LadyScozz Report 21 Nov 2012 09:47

Good one! :-D

I St Nicked it, sent it to people who will appreciate it :-D <3

Tenerife Sun

Tenerife Sun Report 21 Nov 2012 08:34

Help yourself Shelley Rose. :-)

ShelleyRose

ShelleyRose Report 20 Nov 2012 21:12

lol, just brilliant, hope you don't mind if I pinch this? :-D :-D :-D

Julia

Julia Report 19 Nov 2012 12:21

Brillian, brilliant. And how true for some.

Julia in Derbyshire

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 19 Nov 2012 12:18

:-D :-D :-D :-D Wendy.

Tenerife Sun

Tenerife Sun Report 19 Nov 2012 12:15


The Twelve Days of Christmas ( Or the Everlasting Turkey)

On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me:
I`ve 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 came the people from 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 warm inside – we had the turkey curried.

On the sixth day of Christmas, the Christmas spirit died
As the children fought and bickered – we had 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.

On the eighth day of Christmas the dog had run for shelter
He`d 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
As if that wasn`t bad enough, we were eating turkey stew.

On the eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting.
With chilli, soy and oyster sauce the turkey was revolting.

On the twelfth day of Christmas we had smiles upon our lips.
The guests had gone, the turkey too – we dined on fish chips.