Drakane
04-23-2003, 03:30 PM
The First day after Christmas,
My true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down,
And burned it just for spite!
And with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge.
The second day after Christmas,
I pulled on the old rubber gloves.
And very gently wrung the necks,
Of all the turtle doves.
The third day after Christmas,
My mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens
To make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obscene.
The five five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green!
The sixth day after Christmas,
The six laying geese wouldn't lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A. S. P. C. A.
On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming ducks had drowned.
Oh what a wonderful day.
On the eighth day after Christmas,
Before they could suspect,
I bundled up the eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
Eleven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming,
(Well actually, I kept one of the drummers...)
And sent them back collect.
I wrote to my true love,
"we are through, love"
And I said in so many words:
"Furthermore, your Christmas gifts,
Were all for the birds!"
The four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
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AURRIC</a>
Tantum ergo Sacramentum veneremur cernui:
Praestet fides suplementum sensuum defectui...
Shoryuu (http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=479758), Semi-retired Human Monk of the 41st path to enlightenment.
Terris-Thule</div>
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My true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down,
And burned it just for spite!
And with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge.
The second day after Christmas,
I pulled on the old rubber gloves.
And very gently wrung the necks,
Of all the turtle doves.
The third day after Christmas,
My mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens
To make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obscene.
The five five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green!
The sixth day after Christmas,
The six laying geese wouldn't lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A. S. P. C. A.
On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming ducks had drowned.
Oh what a wonderful day.
On the eighth day after Christmas,
Before they could suspect,
I bundled up the eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
Eleven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming,
(Well actually, I kept one of the drummers...)
And sent them back collect.
I wrote to my true love,
"we are through, love"
And I said in so many words:
"Furthermore, your Christmas gifts,
Were all for the birds!"
The four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
<div style="text-align:center"><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=654834" target="top">http://members.truepath.com/aliginge/MagikPaladin.gif
AURRIC</a>
Tantum ergo Sacramentum veneremur cernui:
Praestet fides suplementum sensuum defectui...
Shoryuu (http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=479758), Semi-retired Human Monk of the 41st path to enlightenment.
Terris-Thule</div>
</p>