Long Twelfth day Poems
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His young bride took The Twelve Days of Christmas to extreme extremes!
His true love kept piling on useless stuff well beyond his wildest dreams!
On the First Day of Christmas she gave him a shovel for shoveling snow!
On the Second Day of Christmas she gave him a cheap jug of Red Bordeaux!
On the Third Day of Christmas he was presented with a scruffy mutt!
On the Fourth Day of Christmas he received a one-way ticket to Terre-Haute!
On the Fifth Day of Christmas she graced his skull with a silly beanie cap!
On the Sixth Day of Christmas she handed him an African contour map!
On the Seventh Day of Christmas he got a used Michelin radial tire!
On the Eighth Day of Christmas he was stunned to receive a roll of barbed wire!
On the Ninth Day of Christmas he received a membership in the Red Hat Society!
On the Tenth Day of Christmas a collection of buttons - a most bizarre variety!
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas a parrot that spoke dirty words so gross!
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas he got a Visa Card bill leaving him morose!
He was underwhelmed by all her generosity but thought it mighty *****,
And was so thankful that Christmas came around just once a year!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
On the first day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a safe and secure border
and a great gift for the country
On the second day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a giant boot up NATO’s ass
and a great kick for the country
On the third day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a reality check for Zelensky
and a great sign for the country
On the fourth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
no dudes in women’s spaces
and a great law for the country
On the fifth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a climate apocalypse myth bust
and a great truth for the country
On the sixth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
rampant crime slashed in D.C.
and a great lift for the country
On the seventh day of Christmas
the President gave to me
2.5 million Biden illegals deported
and a great purge for the country
On the eighth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
bunker busters for the Ayatollah
and a great win for the country
On the ninth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
peace in the Middle-East
and a great day for the country
On the tenth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
zero tolerance for Jew hatred
and a great example for the country
On the eleventh day of Christmas
the President gave to me
narco terrorist boats blown up, yay
and a great job for the country
On the twelfth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a big beautiful ballroom
and a great hall for the country!
Written: December 2025
Unconventional, perhaps, but hope you enjoy. I was on the radio in grade school and had the distinction of singing “five golden rings,” off pitch but cute because I was young. Think of Lucy Ricardo…lol.
TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS FROM NEW YORK TO ATLANTA
On the first day of Christmas
Mom and Dad gave to me
a Partridge Family song
On the second day of Christmas
My sisters gave to me
2 sweet suckers
On the third day of Christmas
My brother gave to me
3 games of scrabble
On the fourth day of Christmas
My true friends gave to me
4 ever memories
On the fifth day of Christmas
St. Peter’s gave to me
five golden rings
On the sixth day of Christmas
my boot camp gave to me
6 nights of real sleep
On the seventh day of Christmas
Virginia gave to me
7 sailors a-whistling
On the eighth day of Christmas
California gave to me
8 quakes with one birth
On the ninth day of Christmas
Hawaii gave to me
9 falls cascading
On the tenth day of Christmas
Virginia gave to me
10 cups of Brunswick stew
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Durham gave to me
11 waves of bull’s tail
On the twelfth day of Christmas
Atlanta gave to me
12 peaches in a cobbler
For all the states of Christmas
all my loves gave to me
12 peaches in a cobbler
11 waves of bull’s tail
10 cups of Brunswick stew
9 falls cascading
8 quakes with one birth
7 sailors a-whistling
6 nights of real sleep
five golden rings
4 ever memories
3 games of scrabble
2 sweet suckers
and
a Partridge Family song
Here in Central Ohio, when winter's chill descends,
We celebrate for twelve whole days, our Yuletide dividends.
Deep within the Buckeye land, where Aesculus genus grows,
We throw our hands up with delight as C-bus gifts enclose.
On the first day of the season, Columbus gave to me,
a Strader's Nursery conifer, scarlet and gray tree.
On the second day of the season, next to Scioto's run,
two bright red cardinals spread their wings and play beneath the sun.
On the third day of the season, in German Village quaint,
three bratwursts are a-sizzling, and we eat with no restraint.
On the fourth day of the season, beneath the Statehouse dome,
are four historic artifacts saying O-H-I-O's our home.
On the fifth day of the season, at Short North's gallery display,
we act like art professors while we drink our Beaujolais.
On the sixth day of the season, the Arena District's cheer,
six Jackets skate together playing in blue hockey gear.
On the seventh day of the season, at COSI's large expanse,
seven planets spin above our heads, and we join the cosmic dance.
On the eighth day of the season, at Hocking Hills so wild,
eight waterfalls cascading, are nature's art compiled.
On the ninth day of the season, in Dublin's Irish grace,
nine Celtic dancers stepping, puts a smile on every face.
On the tenth day of the season, within North Market Hall,
ten food booths are a-beckoning with salty-sweet enthrall.
On the eleventh day of the season, with carolers at the Zoo,
eleven million lights a-twinkling, we can see them from the Shoe!
On the twelfth day of the season, near Highbank's snowy scene,
twelve sleds they are a-sliding, adding to this winter dream.
In the heart call of Ohio, this season is our own,
With flourishing traditions and a spirit brightly shown.
The twelve whole days of Yuletide, and our region we adore,
In Buckeye state the holidays keep magic evermore.
On the first day of Christmas
Take Advent age of Xmas countdown
On the second day of Christmas
Holly was a thorn in the side
On the third day of Christmas
Ivy was a real creep
On the fourth day of Christmas
They got a frosty reception
On the fifth day of Christmas
Three wise men proclaimed it was crackers
On the sixth day of Christmas
Who is Mary Christmas? Why Carol’s cousin of course
On the seventh day of Christmas
Yule be getting excited – it’s Claus and effect
On the eighth day of Christmas
All presents present but bah humbugs in Christmas stockings
On the ninth day of Christmas
You snow it won’t reindeer on Christmas day
On the tenth day of Christmas
Time for silent night so sleigh bells
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Coffee-loving Prancer and Dancer are Santa’s Starbucks
On the twelfth day of Christmas
Let’s eat cold turkey and peas on earth
Ho Ho Ho!
On the first day of Christmas a quiet patrol,
Streets almost deserted, we barely saw a soul.
On the second day of Christmas another easy day
Everybody it seemed keeping out of our way.
On the third day of Christmas suicide bombers struck
Killing those travelling in an old beat-up truck
On the fourth day of Christmas a retaliatory attack
Relatives of yesterday’s dead striking back.
On the fifth day of Christmas back to a relative calm
No evidence of anybody suffering any harm
On the Sixth day of Christmas, we could all hear
The crack of sniper rifles seeming far too near.
On the seventh day of Christmas peace broke out
Again an eerie silence as our patrol moved about
On the eighth day of Christmas the Padre conducted prayers
And called for the understanding of all parties out there.
On the ninth day of Christmas the truce held still
As if being maintained by sheer force of will
On the tenth day of Christmas with tour’s end in sight
Mortar bombs whined in breaking up the night
On the eleventh day of Christmas our tour came to an end
And we were replaced by more rested men
On the twelfth day of Christmas resting back at base
A forty-eight-hour break before return to that awful place
FOREWORD: I have no idea if this actually works... I’ll let you decide
TWELTH KNIGHT
If you truly love me you shall do as I ask
To demonstrate your ardour, I set for you this task
I shall not make it easy to prove your love to me
So this, Sir, is my challenge, go do it gallantly
Fetch for me a ton or two of what I like for tea
Nine trucks full of dripping will serve me perfectly
And payback for those people who used to pick on me
A dozen blokes to thrash them is satisfactory
You know those metal baths, that folk would once scrub up in
Fetch for me five small ones to do my washing up in
And when the washing up is done who’s gonna wipe the plates
It might seem rather silly but for that... eleven snakes
Vegetables should not be damp so here’s what my next wish is
Bring for me exactly four Perforated dishes
Some shaven men to trim my lawn, be sure that seven come
And two mittens the colour of the deepest darkest plum
An ancient drink called koumiss, that comes from way back when
Had honey and some milk in, so bring me eight of them
A few young men to fix my socks, better make it ten
And then bring me from Normandy three fellows, all called Den
Find some men to exercise my reindeer with their sleigh
If you accept my challenge, bring six of them my way
And finally a big old fridge you’ll have to find for me
But only if the offer is buy one and get two free.
Well It took less than a fortnight to get the challenge done
Just twelve days to finish off the task he had begun
And while he wouldn’t often read his lovers diary
She had left it open, so he’d see what he would see
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me...
Twelve drubbers drubbing
Eleven vipers wiping
Ten laddies darning
Nine loads of dripping
Eight meads with milk in
Seven shorn and strimming
Six geysers sleighing
Five old tin sinks
Four colanders
Three french Dens
Two purple gloves
And a large fridge and a pair free
In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.
You said your divine right was to claim it
But still, your request I turned down
It was then that you thought it reasonable to incapacitate me
For your mission sooner to carry out.
The first step you took was my voice to silence
The second was my legs to immobilize
Thus mute and paralyzed, you fancied, I couldn't resist
So your prize would quickly be obtained.
For five days, in total muteness and bedridden, I remained
Yet, a gallant fight I put up to escape your embrace
But all my efforts in vain appeared to be
As the gates of eternity, I could gaze.
Late on the fifth day, a doctor of great character and skill,
He decided to empty the Hematoma formed next to my brain
Thus, a foot-long Craniotomy performed with great care
Hoping you, oh, death, to chase away.
Although now, slowly, I am recovering
Anticipating a few more years of life to enjoy,
I know very well in my heart, oh death,
That we together would be one blessed day!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 November 2021
* This is a biographical poem that narrates the events that took
place between the twelfth day of October and the first day of
November in the hospital!
On the first day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- (and...) a Jedi who'll make life truly free,
On the second day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- two cans of bolts (R2D2 & C3PO)
On the third day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- three friend trends (Hans, Chewy & Lando)
On the fourth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- four battle droids
On the fifth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- five lightsabers
On the sixth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- six death stars bursting
On the seventh day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- seven star destroyers
On the eighth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- eight x-wing fighters
On the ninth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- nine storm troop runners
On the tenth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- ten dead stormtroopers
On the eleventh day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- eleven rebel fighters
On the twelfth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- twelve star wars movies (so far...)
-- eleven rebel fighters
-- ten dead stormtroopers
-- nine storm troop runners
-- eight x-wing fighters
-- seven star destroyers
-- six death stars bursting
-- five lightsabers
-- four battle droids
-- three friend trends
-- two cans of springs
-- and a Jedi who'll make life truly free!
As men, sometimes it's hard to spit out the L word. Of course it's not so hard to do when you are conveying it to your love, father, or friend. But when it comes to siblings, sometimes it's not said as often as it should be. Every time I speak with my two sisters the conversation always ends in "I love you, sis." But for some odd reason when I am speaking to my brothers the conversation ends something like " Okay, I'll see you tomorrow" or " Okay, talk to you soon." Nine years ago my siblings and I had lost our eldest brother tragically in a motor-cycle accident. Thinking back, I really can't recall actually ever telling him outright that I loved him. If only I knew then, before his death, that that would be the last time I saw him, for sure that L word would have been heard in his ears from my lips. So today, on this twelfth day of November, on his birth date, I feel compelled, as a man, to say what I should have said to him many times. And that is- "I LOVE YOU, JOE"
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Brother!!!
let your siblings know
tell them how much you love them
before it's too late