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And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part VIII Eight Maids A Milking

Day 8 and the party’s in full swing.  But who is going to turn up now to irritate poor old Partridge!  Don’t forget you can click here to read the whole poem that’s been building up for The Twelve Days of Christmas!

But all at once a flusters heard
As humans come to see
What racket is occurring in
The garden and the tree

Eight maids a milking turn up first
With cows presumably
And start to churn out shakes to drink
For all eternally

“Who wants a milkshake” they do say
With added cream you see
“For we are maids-a-milking with
Such drinks for you and me”

The calling birds and turtle doves
Say “Ta, that’s very kind”
And ask if they could also make
Milkshakes with the fruit rind

As for geese and three French hens
They queue for more and more
Although watch there’s kafuffle
With swans who aren’t so sure

And so all birds are rather pleased
Well all birds bar the one
“Oh why can’t they just disappear”
Says Partridge “It’s so wrong!”

He hangs his head in misery
And wonders why oh why
His feet are frozen on the branch
He’s stuck and cannot fly

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part VII

But frozen to his Christmas tree
The Partridge fails to move
As swans-a-swimming then arrive
To join the festive groove

The swans-a-swimming bring with them
A hot tub – pure delight
A hot tub and a beak box there
Oh my!  That’s quite a sight!

They fill it up and climb on in
To swim around the lawn
All birds of flock now having fun
Though Partridge is forlorn

“How can it be?” he says out loud
“I sit here in my tree
And all I ask is for some calm
And some tranquillity”

But now the word has spread afar
With tweets on twitter too
That partridge and his merry flock
Are hosting quite a do

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part VI Six Geese A Laying

We now reach day six in our poetic sequel of the Twelve Days of Christmas.  To read the whole poem to date please click here

Then in the midst of tolling bells
More merry folk appear
The geese come in a laying eggs
A-gaggling with good cheer

They come to join the party with
The hens and turtle dove
“Oh give me space” the partridge shouts
Still grumpy from above

They gather in the garden with
Beat box upon the wall
And join the Christmas gathering
To dance and have a ball

“Can we join in?” the hens cluck out
“And us” say calling birds
“Let’s boogie through the night” say doves
Says Partridge “How absurd”

But geese just in their jolly way
Hiss out with joy and glee
“Oh come on now, you grumpy bird
Come down and let’s party!”

 

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part V Five Golden Rings

This is a rolling poem and today we now reach day 5 of the trials and tribulations of the Partridge in the Pear Tree over the Twelve Days of Christmas.  So far The Partridge has endured the arrival of two turtle doves crowding out his tree, three French Hens and four Calling Birds hand jiving and destroying his peace and quiet with their partying antics.  To read the whole poem to date click here

In distant realms he prays he’ll hear
Five golden bells a sing
Around him in their majesty
The quintet golden rings

Five golden rings with magic powers
To ring across the land
And cast a spell of peacefulness
To bring them all to hand

To peal in perfect harmony
To chime sonorously
Five rings of bells that ding and dong
For Partridge in the tree

To ring the Yuletide changes
To herald as a five
Glad tidings on the earth again
Be glad to be alive

 

The Barn Owl

Hush see, the barn owl out tonight
Beneath the azure sky
Below the crescent moonlit gaze
A-soaring way up high

It searches out its nightime prey
It flies with skill and grace
The barn owl o’er the field and fen
Alight with heart shape face

With talons poised from feathered legs
It quarters wood-side track
With screech to shatter many ears
Wing wavering for attack

And yet across the darkened land
In silent eerie flight
The barn owl soars so effortlessly
A wise, majestic sight

 

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part III Three French Hens

Three French hens in the garden on
A Galleneous throne
Chatting and making quite a noise
From whence they have been blown

Their names they say are Hope and Faith,
And also Charity
But they’re concerned by turtle doves
And Partridge in the tree

For word out on the street is that
Their tree’s about to fall
Or at the very least thought soon
To hit the garden wall

And so they perch a bit away
Upon the garden seat
In conference or parliament
Quite happy there to greet

All who might come a wandering
Or those who just pass by
Three French hens next to turtle doves
And partridge way up high

This is a continuum of our Christmas take on the Twelve Days Of Christmas in 12 parts.  To see the whole poem build day by day please visit the link above or click here to the 12 days of Christmas.

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree: Part II Two Turtle Doves

They landed in the garden in
A duo as a pair
Two doves cuddled on a love swing
A love swing swinging there!

They coo in perfect harmony
They cuddle up above
They’re staring in each other’s eyes
Content in perfect love

Content in their own company
Two doves to think as one
Just swinging on the love seat in
The garden just for fun

But what about the Partridge sat
Up in the same old tree
With frozen feet and threat of pie
Sat there obstinately

What makes these two small love birds sit
And coo to wake him so
For the tree is getting crowded
Why can’t they up and go

“Go off to tree tops different
To coo all you may like”
Says disgruntled frozen partridge
“Go scram – get out my sight”

“For this is really my old tree
I simply hate to share
So shoo” he says to turtle doves
“Fly hence – Get out my hair!”

This is a continuum of our Christmas take on the Twelve Days Of Christmas in 12 parts.  To see the whole poem build day by day please visit the link above or click here to the 12 days of Christmas.