SOUND FAMILIAR?

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS - SEASON'S GREETINGS

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 did the day before.

Day four relations came to stay, poor Gran is looking old,
We finished all the Christmas pud and ate our turkey cold.

On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the raindrops flurried,
But we were nice and warm inside, for we ate our turkey curried.

The sixth day, I must admit, the Christmas spirit died,
The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissole - fried.

The seventh day of Christmas, my true love he did wince,
When we sat down at the table and were 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-seltzer.

Day nine, our cat left home, by lunch time Dad was blotto,
He said he'd have to have a drink to face the turkey risotto.

The tenth day the booze was gone - except for our home made brew
And if that wasn't bad enough, we suffered turkey stew.

The eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was moulting,
The mince pies were hard as rocks and the turkey was revolting.

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.