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The 12 Days Of Christmas (Cynthia Jones Style 1)On the first day of Christmas My true love gave to me, An empty box with no jewellery, Mints covered with dust bunnies, A bag of dirty diapers, A worn out stinky toilet brush, A day old bologna sandwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich, Six empty beer cans of Bud, A string of stale popcorn, A lock of hair from his head, A chair with a broken leg, A brown eye From my small teddy, A pair of green neon socks, with toes, And some old chocolates Under the Christmas tree. Copyright Cynthia Jones Dec.25/2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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