12_Days_of_Turkey

On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me
“I’m glad we bought a fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree.”
On the second day of Christmas such 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 snowflakes flurried,
But we were nice and warm inside ‘cos we ate the turkey curried.
On the sixth day I must admit the Christmas spirit died,
The children fought and bickered - we ate the turkey 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 has run for shelter
I served up turkey pancake - with a glass of Alka Seltzer.
On day nine our cat left home and dad was almost blotto,
He said he’d had to have a drink to face turkey risotto.
Day ten and not a drink in sight except our home made brew.
As 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 - the turkey was revolting.
The twelfth day came, my true love had a smile about his lips,
The guests had gone - the turkey too - so we all had fish and chips.