Turkey

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 snowflakes flurried
But we were nice and warm inside for we had our turkey curried.

On day six, 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 Seltza.

On day nine 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)
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 rocks 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!

Submitted by "Margaret" and taken from a Church magazine.