The Twelve Days

The Twelve Days After Christmas

The first day after Christmas

My true love and I had a fight

And so I chopped the pear tree down

And burnt it, just for spite

Then with a single cartridge

I shot that blasted partridge

My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas

I pulled on the old rubber gloves

And very gently wrung the necks

Of both the turtle doves

My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

On the third day after Christmas

My mother caught the croup

I had to use the three French hens

To make some chicken soup [peop100078_x51.WMF (46812 bytes)]

The four calling birds were a big mistake

For their language was obscene

The five golden rings were completely fake

and turned my fingers green.

The sixth day after Christmas

The six laying geese wouldnt lay

So I sent the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day, what a mess I found

The seven swans-a-swimming all had drowned

(I think theres a my true love gave to me in here somewhere)

The eighth day after Christmas

Before they could suspect

I bundled up the

Eight maids-a-milking

Nine ladies dancing

Ten lords-a-leaping

Eleven pipers piping

Twelve drummers drumming – well, actually I kept one of the

drummers –

And sent them back collect

I wrote my true love

We are through, love!

And I said in so many words

Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the

(Soprani) Birds!

(Everyone else) Four calling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves

And a partridge in a pear tree!

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