the title of this thread is what happened to come out (entirely by accident) as I gazed at the contents of the fridge (parsnips, amongst other things) whilst singing "the twelve days of Christmas" . i kinda like it. it's a tad more surreal than the original , isn't it?
Anyways, encouraged by little fit of accidental creativity, i proceeded to entertain myself and long-suffering son with further variants, including a whole rash of hitherto -unknown additional verses. Here are my favourites (but then I'm a weirdo, ya know?)
"On the nth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...Heisenberg's s Uncertainty Principle " Yeah, yeah, I know that doesn't scan , but hey ! I challenge you to sing it aloud without sounding
uncertain.
"On the LAST day " [ deep, doom-laden voice here, please]" of Chrismas my true love sent to me....a bang, not a whimper"
Ooooh dooooom. I like doom
What else can we do that's doomy? Ah, I know..
"On the thirteenth day of Christmas , my true love sent to me....the WRONG tarot card,
Better start again, count backwards , here's the Fool again ,
And a parsniiiiiip in a pear tree "
(to really appreciate that verse , though you have to know that card no 13 is Death and the first card is the Fool) .
Hey! and all without touching a drop of liquor! i don't need to drink to get tipsy, I really don't
Any further ideas for extra verses , folks?
