A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part XI Eleven Pipers Piping

Day Eleven and nearly at the end of the Twelve Days of Christmas, Partridge’s behaviour is challenged.  To read the full poem click here

And with a sigh he bows his head
To breath in peace and calm
But in a second silence breaks
The distant piper’s charm

For bagpipes playing noisily
With customary skirl
Comes through the ether to his ears
Beset him as a churl

“Clear off – I said,” he shouts at them
“I’m done in can’t you see”
“My feet are froze, my wings are clipped
I’m stuck here in this tree”

“Oh don’t be like that Partridge,” says
The Pipers piping through
“You far too frosty for your good
Just stop and look at you”

“Now Partridge stop and find your charm
Warm up and find your smile
And see you’re not quite so affixed
To tree across the mile”

And with some swag of Partridge wild
He grimaces to try
To see if he can budge himself
And come down from on high

And strangely, with a shiver first
He finds that he can move
And lands in garden by pipers pipe
The Partridge quite improved

“Oh my,” he says, “I feel a fool
For shouting at each one
For now I want to party more
Until this day is done”

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