Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days Of Christmas On the first day of Christmas, I gave this to PD A unicorn with its one horn all shiny, his face full of glee On the second day of Christmas the unicorn was gone She rang me and asked me if I could maybe get another one. On the third day of Christmas I unplugged my telephone I pretended not to be there, she might think I was not home On the fourth day of Christmas she came knocking on my door Come on Goldie she shouted, I am sure you must have more. On the fifth day of Christmas she gave my door bell five long, long rings But I didn’t answer it as I had no more of the blasted things On the sixth day of Christmas I was searching hard for more I had heard there was a unicorn sale on, but it was some old folklore. On the seventh day of Christmas my luck came in at last I found another unicorn but at its very best it was past On the eighth day of Christmas I sent him directly to PD She was so delighted she decided to ring and thank me. On the ninth day of Christmas she sent to me a card She realised I must have been busy, at a task that was very hard. On the tenth day of Christmas her unicorn left once more Poor PD was bereft, she was crying on the floor. So remember if you love a unicorn so much that it makes you cry You cannot take him home with you he has his own home to which he must fly. © 20/12/2012 ~GG~