Anyone game for our own version of the Twelve Days of Christmas?
Follow like the song, repeating the lines ahead?
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
A puppy that didn't have fleas.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Five golden blings,
Four Wilton Decorating Tips,
Three French Fries
Two Pairs of socks
And a puppy that didn't have fleas.
Ten kids a-crying,
Nine Nutter Butters,
Eight Edible Images,
Seven cake pans shining,
Six eggs for baking,
Five golden blings,
Four Wilton Decorating Tips,
Three French Fries
Two Pairs of socks
And a puppy that didn't have fleas.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true gave to me:
eleven studs a baking
Ten kids a-crying,
Nine Nutter Butters,
Eight Edible Images,
Seven cake pans shining,
Six eggs for baking,
Five golden blings,
Four Wilton Decorating Tips,
Three French Fries
Two Pairs of socks
And a puppy that didn't have fleas.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true lovegave to me:
twelve cakes in the oven (cause eleven studs were baking)
eleven studs a baking
Ten kids a-crying,
Nine Nutter Butters,
Eight Edible Images,
Seven cake pans shining,
Six eggs for baking,
Five golden blings,
Four Wilton Decorating Tips,
Three French Fries
Two Pairs of socks
And a puppy that didn't have fleas.
No shortage of characters here! I can hear them singing along too, scarey, haha! Good job!
Hugs Squirrelly
Lady of the night! Lady of the night! Lady of the night!
Politically correct for HO! HO! HO!
Dale, this is just for you! - Plus I thought it was too funny...
The 12 Days Of Christmas (For the politically correct)
On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my
Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to
me:
TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,
ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of
members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in
their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note),
TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal
ruling class system leaping,
NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,
EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products
from enslaved Bovine-Americans,
SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,
SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,
FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,
(NOTE after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw
red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge
have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further
Animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been
revised.)
FOUR hours of recorded whale songs
THREE deconstructionist poets
TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses
AND a Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.
That is cute, hope that red paint comes off, haha!
Good heavens, can you imagine trying to sing that!
Hugs Squirrelly
It would definately be out of tune...
Heehee, true, but it would sound better after a few libations of the non-prohibited anymore drinks of aged distilled or fermented grains, vegetables or fruit processed so as to impart some brain numbing or brain cell killing function served with or without H2O in a frigid solid state placed in a container made from processed sand - oh heck, it would sound better after a few stiff drinks, haha!
Hugs Squirrelly
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