Twelve Days of Turkey

On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me

“I’m glad we bought a turkey and a proper Christmas tree.”

On the second day of Christmas, much laughter could be heard

As we tucked into turkey, a most delicious bird.

On the third day of Christmas, we had people from next door
The turkey tasted just as good as it did the day before.

On the fourth day of Christmas, with relations, young and old
We finished off the cake and pud and ate the turkey cold.

On the fifth day of Christmas, outside, as snowflakes flurried,
We were nice and warm inside, ‘cause we had turkey curried.

On the sixth day of Christmas, the Christmas spirit died,
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 to supper and was offered turkey mince.

On the eighth day of Christmas, the dog ran off for shelter,
I’d served up turkey pancakes and a glass of alka seltzer.

On the ninth day of Christmas, by midday Dad was blotto,
He said he had to have a drink, to face turkey risotto.

By the tenth day of Christmas we were left with just home 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 quite revolting.

On the twelfth day of Christmas a smile framed my love’s lips,
The guests had gone, the turkey too, we dined on fish and chips.