The Twelve Days of Turkey

On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me
I've bought a nice 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 of Christmas, came people from next door
the turkey tasted just as good as it had the day before

On the fourth day of Christmas came relations young and old
we finished up the Christmas pud and had the turkey cold

On the fifth day of Christmas outside the snowflakes scurried,
but we were nice and warm inside, we had the turkey curried.

On the sixth day of Christmas the Christmas spirit died,
the children fought and bickered as we had the turkey fried.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince
when he sat down at the table to have the turkey minced

On the eighth day of Christmas the dog he ran for shelter,
he'd seen our turkey pancakes and the glass of Alka Seltzer

On the ninth day of Christmas by lunchtime Dad was blotto
he knew that bird was back again, but this time a risotto.

On the tenth day of Christmas we were drinking home made brew
as if that wasn't bad enough, we were eating turkey stew

On the eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting
with chilli, soy and oyster sauce the turkey was revolting

On the twelth day of Christmas with a smile upon our lips
the guests had gone, the turkey too – we dined on fish and chips!

H/T DML