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[CrazySissors]

Im looking throught the whole internet fr this one poem but i havent got much info bout it-okay-do yuo know the song the twelve days o Xmas? well theres a poen thats like a reply-its like-and the hens ahve roosted on thw wardrobe! the milkmaids...blah blah blah-im pretty sure its in read me 2-please help-im [email protected]

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The first day after Christmas
My true love and I had a fight
And so I chopped the pear tree down
And burnt it, just for spite
Then with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love,
my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas
I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks
Of both the turtle doves
My true love, my true love,
my true love gave to me.

On 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 golden rings were completely fake
and turned my fingers green.

The sixth day after Christmas
The six laying geese wouldn't lay
So I sent the whole darn gaggle to the
A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day, what a mess I found
The seven swans-a-swimming all had drowned
My true love, my true love,
my true love gave to me.

The eighth day after Christmas
Before they could suspect
I bundled up the
Eight maids-a-milking
Nine ladies dancing
Ten lords-a-leaping
Eleven pipers piping
Twelve drummers drumming - well, actually I kept one of the dancing ladies -
And sent them back collect
I wrote my true love
"We are through, love!"
And I said in so many words
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the Birds!"

[shortysweetp]

here is another

The Twelve Days After Christmas
by Jeannie West (12/22/92)

On the first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight
So I chopped the pear tree down
And shot the partridge just for spite.

On the second day after Christmas,
I put on a pair of old gloves,
And gently wrung the necks
Of both those stupid turtle doves.

On the third day after Christmas, my dear old mother got the croup
So I took those 3 French hens,
And made her some chicken soup.

The 4 calling birds were a mistake,
Their language was terribly obscene;
Of course the 5 golden rings were fake:
They turned my fingers green.

On the sixth day after Christmas, extremely cold weather came around
So I killed those 6 noisy geese
and made a jacket filled with down.

On the seventh day after Christmas, I shot those 7 swans a swimming
I had to do it don't you see
they was chasing all the women.

On the eighth day after Christmas, I had milk up to my eyes
and if that wasn't bad enough
I had cow s*** up to my thighs.

On the ninth day after Christmas, I took a hammer to those pipes
you'd have thought I killed the Pope
if you heard those pipers gripe.

On the tenth day after Christmas, I'd learned every dance there is to know
so without a single guilty thought
I threw those dancing ladies out in the snow.

But there is one thing I will admit
about those 11 Lords a leaping
and 12 drummers drumming
I'm not crazy, those I'm keeping!

[CrazySissors]

thanks-that wasnt the poem i meant but its much better-cheers!

[Koa]

LOL so funny! :)