The first day of Christmas my true love said to me
Im glad we bought fresh Turkey,& 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,And the Turkey tasted just as good,as it did the day before
Day four, relations came to stay, & the kids were good as gold, as we finished off the Christmas pud, & ate the Turkey cold.
On the fifth day of `Christmas, outside the snowflakes flurried, but we were nice & warm inside, & ate our Turkey curried
Day six, I must admit, the Christmas spirit died, the children fought & bickered, & we had Turkey rissoles-fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love saw us wince, as we sat down at the table & were offered Turkey mince.
On day eight of Christmas, the dog he ran for shelter,as we downed our Turkey pancakes with a glass of Alka-selzer
Day nine the cat left home, & by lunchtime Dad was blotto,
He said he had to have a drink, to face Turkey Risotto.
Day ten, the drink had gone, except our homemade brew, & 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 rocks,& the Turkey was revolting
On the 12th day of Christmas, we smiled & licked our lips.
The guests had gone, the Turkey too,
& we had good old Fish & Chips.
With acknowledgements to Mrs M Sharp,Essex