Turkey Dinner

[Rondy]

Twelve 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 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 - 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 and had the turkey curried.

On the sixth day, I must admit, the Christmas spirit died,

The children fought and bickered, we had turkey Casserole 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, nerves were frayed; the dog had run for shelter

I served up turkey pancakes with a glass of Alka Seltzer.

Day nine, the cat left home and 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 homemade brew

And 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.

On the twelfth day my true love had a smile upon his lips,

Our guests had gone, the turkey too, and we had fish and chips.

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Brilliant