The everlasting turkey
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The everlasting turkey
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Version of twelve days of Christmas but all verses about turkey.
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THE EVERLASTING 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 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 – we ate our turkey curried!
On the sixth day, 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, our nerves were getting frayed, the dog he ran for shelter;
I served up turkey pancakes with a glass of Alka Seltzer.
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 day ten, 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 hard as rock, the turkey was revolting.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love had a smile on his lips;
The guests had gone, the turkey, too. We dined on fish and chips
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 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 – we ate our turkey curried!
On the sixth day, 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, our nerves were getting frayed, the dog he ran for shelter;
I served up turkey pancakes with a glass of Alka Seltzer.
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 day ten, 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 hard as rock, the turkey was revolting.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love had a smile on his lips;
The guests had gone, the turkey, too. We dined on fish and chips
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“The everlasting turkey,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed October 9, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/39732.
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