The Computer's Twelve Days of Christmas
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Twelve plotters plotting,
Eleven printers grinding,
Ten punches jamming,
Nine nixies blinking,
Eight drums a-spinning,
Seven screens a-scrolling,
Six mice a-clicking,
Five write rings,
Four coding sheets,
Three punch cards,
Two paper tapes,
And a cartridge in a P.C.
My Twelve Days Of Christmas
On the twelve days of Christmas, my true love said to me
"I'm glad we bought fresh turkey, and a proper Christmas tree".
On the second day of Christmas, much laughter could be heard
As we tucked into our turkey - a most delicious bird.
The third day, we entertained the people from next door
The turkey tasted just as good as the day before.
Day four, relations came to stay, poor Gran is looking old
We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes flurried
But we were nice and warm inside, for we ate the turkey curried.
The sixth day I must admit the Christmas spirit died,
The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles, fried.
The seventh day of Christmas, my true love did wince
When we sat down at the table, and was offered turkey mince.
Day eight and nerves were getting frayed - the dog had run for shelter
I served up turkey pancakes and a glass of alka-seltzer.
On day nine, the cat left home, by lunch time Dad was blotto
(He said he had to have a drink, to face turkey risotto)
The tenth day the booze had gone - except for our home made brew
As if that wasn't bad enough, we suffered turkey stew.
The eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting
The mince pies were as hard as rock, and the turkey was revolting.
The twelfth day my true love had a smile upon his lips,
The guests had gone - the turkey too - and we had fish and chips!
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