And on the third day …

Moving away from the haikai to a saucy verse.

 

On the third day of Christmas

My true-love, so beguiling,

Brought to me three Faverolles

And stood there proudly smiling.

 

It seemed they’d missed the point, somewhat,

In what I’d tried to say

And brought three little chickies,

When I’d asked for a good lay.

 

And still no satisfaction,

As my chickies ran amock.

No eggs for me, from this docile breed,

As each hen was a cock.

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