What Happens to the Twelve Gifts of Christmas?

The tree gets chopped down, and the bird is burned.
The Two turtle doves, lose their turtleness, so they just become doves, and fly off.
The three French Hens become LUNCH!
The four calling birds, lose their voice, so the lady shoots them ALL!
The five golden rings lose their shine, so they go in the trash.
The six geese laying, lose food, so they lose eggs, and are now useless.
The seven swans a swimming lose balance and drown.
The eight maids a milking, milk the cow dry, no more milking...
The nine ladies dancing grow tired, they lose their usefulness, so the lady orders them killed.
The ten pipers piping can play no more, so their flutes are burned.
The eleven lords a leaping jump off a cliff.. on accident.
And the Twelve drummers drumming, beat the drum heads so hard they break.

So in all, who cares, they all lose their usefulness, you know, I'd prefer not to get anything....
if the gifts were going to be these idiots....

Nice poem. Well, I'll leave JM12 to judge it as she's the professional on poems.

Nice poem. Well, I'll leave JM12 to judge it as she's the professional on poems.

Agreed.

Pretty nice poem you got there, I enjoyed it.

I missed this since I became a ghost in Dec. This is funny and reminds me a bit of Walt Whitman. Nice to see that you have a practical turn about what happens to Christmas gifts. That is why I always ask for socks. Nice job. If you want to continue writing poems, you can post them in the Blessings of the Written Word thread.