On the eigth day of Christmas my ex true-love sent to me…


13 days of Christmas

On the eighth day of Christmas my ex true-love sent to me
Eight maids a milking

When I saw todays arrival wasn’t birds I sighed with relief,
And put my new guests to work cleaning my sheets,
Hoovering up feathers and bits of sticky egg-shell.
So my home might look like heaven not an avian hell.
Now my ex true-love always liked the house to be clean
And since she’s left I haven’t been tidy, but I mean
Does she think it needs eight people to clean this house?
And what’s with the milking, should I expect eight cows?
I went to bed that night wondering what was in store
And whether tomorrow I should answer the door.

Carry on reading the next day is here

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One thought on “On the eigth day of Christmas my ex true-love sent to me…

  1. Pingback: On the seventh day of Christmas my ex true-love sent to me… | Skaggy the Poet

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