The Twelve Days of Christmas
(Imagine singing it to the tune of the song
when you have come to the twelfth day)
On the twelfth day of Christmas my husband gave to me:
twelve plates a' piling. . .
eleven notions riling. . .
ten new things for cleaning. . .
nine remarks, no meaning. . .
eight shirts for drying. . .
seven eggs for frying. . .
six socks with no mates. . .
FIVE CANCELLED DATES
four less holidays. . .
three migraines. . .
two kids arguing. . .
and a bathtub with a black ring!
By Andrea Dietrich For PD's 12 Days of X-Mass Poetry Contest
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