Reflections on the Twelve Days of Christmas

[tazira]

Because I've heard the song roughly thirty times since October, I find myself reflecting on the Twelve Days of Christmas. And wondering what the fuck my true love was thinking, when it came to some of those presents

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[chickenhat]

oh, wait... WAITaminute...

Disregarding the Wiki entry that explains the French versions versus the English versions versus Scottish, etc...

Seriously? It's a sex metaphor. Must be. Why else would there be 364 items on a list and 365 days in the year? And this is us, so I'm pretty sure we can figure this out.

The hens? Zhey are French, non?
Geese-a-laying? Yup.
Golden, um, rings? It's a choice.
Maids a milking? Aw, yeah...
Pipers piping? Figure that's for the slash crowd.
Drummers drumming? What else runs on batteries and goes "b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b"?

So, Lords a Leaping? I think you can figure that one out.
(Also, 10 of them? Whether you're taking length or repetition that's not too shabby.)

That's right, yet another delightful XXXmas song ruined by our smutty little minds. My work here is done.

[sharrainchains]

I am impressed: someone who can take something even deeper into the gutter than I can. Oooh: do I get to pass on the title of "Crassest one of all?!"

[tazira]

Eight maids-a-milking, your tip for the day is, milk the bull. You'll have a friend for life.

[sharrainchains]

"Melrose: for--giiiive me!"

[riolobo]

Wouldn't it just sound awesome to say what the scribe of the song really meant?
"Five Co-ock Riiiiiiiiings!"