Warning: before reading the hillarious joke below you should now that
it does cantain some bad language
12 days after christmas.
The 1st day after christmas my true love and I had a fight, So I
chopped up that damn pair tree and burned it just for spite, and with one
single cartridge I shot that aching partridge my true love sent to me.
The 2nd day after christmas I got out the old rubber gloves,and very
gently wrung the necks of both my turtle doves, my true love sent to me.
The 3rd day after christmas my mother got the croup, so I had to use
the three french hens to make some chicken soup.
The calling birds were a big mistake for their language was obseen, the
golden rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green.
The 6th day after christmas the six laying geese wouldn't lay, so I had
to send the whole damn flock to the A.S.P.C.A.
The 7th day after christmas before anyone could suspect, I sent the 7
swans a swimming, 8 maids a milking, 9 ladies dancing, 10 lords a
leaping, 11 pipers piping, 12 drummers drumming, all back collect.
I wrote my true love, were through love, and I said it in so many
words, better yet your christmas gifts are for the birds!
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