Post by KD7LBR on Nov 29, 2002 11:15:21 GMT -6
This was found in a magazine about 40 some years ago. I thought it was cute....but I bring it out after thanksgiving, since that seems to be the BIG turkey day 
(We do ham at Christmas)
9 nights of turkey
AKA: Nine nights a- gnawing
On the first day of Christmas, I served my love a meal
Whose turkey & accessories had total eye-appeal.
On the second day of Christmas the same food heated up
Seemed rather less attractive as we settled down to sup
On the third day of Christmas, strong brew and fancy ices
Helped take the curse from sandwiches of breast and drumstick slices
On the fourth day of Christmas, we dined by candlelight
Pretending that the entree` wasn't fowl again that night
On the fifth day of Christmas, I simmered up the bones
Into a reminiscent soup with turkey undertones.
On the sixth day of Christmas in cream sauce laced with sherry
The scrapes made appetizing toast, although prehaps not very
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love wished to know
"How long oh Lord" and I shuddered when I figured five more to go
On the eigth day of Christmas an oozing casserole
Of stew beneath its biscuit crust was greeted with "my soul"
On the ninth day of Christmas he eyed the pots a bubble
And whisked me to a restaurant for T bone steak, on the double!
(We do ham at Christmas)9 nights of turkey
AKA: Nine nights a- gnawing
On the first day of Christmas, I served my love a meal
Whose turkey & accessories had total eye-appeal.
On the second day of Christmas the same food heated up
Seemed rather less attractive as we settled down to sup
On the third day of Christmas, strong brew and fancy ices
Helped take the curse from sandwiches of breast and drumstick slices
On the fourth day of Christmas, we dined by candlelight
Pretending that the entree` wasn't fowl again that night
On the fifth day of Christmas, I simmered up the bones
Into a reminiscent soup with turkey undertones.
On the sixth day of Christmas in cream sauce laced with sherry
The scrapes made appetizing toast, although prehaps not very
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love wished to know
"How long oh Lord" and I shuddered when I figured five more to go
On the eigth day of Christmas an oozing casserole
Of stew beneath its biscuit crust was greeted with "my soul"
On the ninth day of Christmas he eyed the pots a bubble
And whisked me to a restaurant for T bone steak, on the double!