The last day of x …

I can hardly believe it’s the last day as twelve drummers drum-away.  I can barely move for all this copper piping being tripped over  by ten lords-a-leaping. And as for ladies nine dancing is plenty but with eight milkmaids it’s nearly twenty.  My bath overflows  with seven swans swimming, my airing cupboard, what a hoot!…

Day 11 Haikai

Eleven Pipers, when all I wanted was a Trumpeter.

Nine ladies and me …

The dancing ladies had some quaint ideas, A reel, a cotillion, So I taught them how to Lindy Hop, And man did they cotton-on. And when ten lively Lords leapt in, No Regency steps defied them. Instead the windmill, pretzel, man-spin, And boy did those girls spin them.  

Eight, count ’em, maids-a-milking

Eight? Eight! I shouted, One would be too much. These women are not property, not yours to give or take or touch. ‘But I got them for you’ he says, sulking ‘and I checked, they’re trained, each one expert in milking.’ He tries to calm me down, ‘Don’t have a cow’ he says But that’s…