on the twelfth day of Christmas
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this is absolute nonsense i know...but I am weak in the head
on the twelfth day of Christmas
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me twelve brandies bubbling eleven grannies griping ten fingers creeping nine lives for living eight grades of wrapping seven sisters singing six cats a-spraying five other things … four cans of Stella three fisherman's friends two woolly gloves and a fibre-optic artificial tree |
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| I prefer to give all politically correct presents so my love got something from around the world; Voldka, Ale, Rum, Wine, Brandy, Scotch, Burbon, a little hard Cider from the barn and just a nip of Rolling Rock, No Tequila, I want all of her clothes left on. With that selection we can have months of fun not just twelve short days. However, I do think you might enjoy all those creeping fingers. I'd send those sisters out for a ride with those fisherman and the grannies, and drink the cans alone under the tree. But, they were your twelve days, who am I to mess them up! Very cute little reminder of how sick and tired we are of those worn out tunes. Later | Posted on 2006-01-04 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ] | Hee hee! Damn you got some [censored]ed up [censored] for christmas! Better than coal in your stocking I guess! haha! This is a fun kinda light hearted kinda christmassy kinda poem. All I can say about christmas is...I AM GLAD IT IS OVER! One more christmas commercial and I was gonna freak out! haha! Ok...only 11 months and some odd days left...better go shopping! hee hee! Take care. | Lorna  | Posted on 2006-01-04 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ] | |
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