Apologises for the very mild sexual references in here. His name is Innuendo for a reason, I suppose.
On the first day of Christmas, my Two-Gods gave to me
A poet's lonely prophecy
On the second day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the third day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the fourth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the fifth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the sixth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the seventh day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Seven trials a-losing
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the eighth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Eight slaves a-serving
Seven trials a-losing
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the ninth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Nine couples splitting
Eight slaves a-serving
Seven trials a-losing
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the tenth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Ten reapers reaping
Nine couples splitting
Eight slaves a-serving
Seven trials a-losing
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the eleven day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Eleven wenches winching
Ten reapers reaping
Nine couples splitting
Eight slaves a-serving
Seven trials a-losing
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
On the twelvth day of Christmas my Two-Gods gave to me
Twelve rubber ducklings
Eleven wenches winching
Ten reapers reaping
Nine couples splitting
Eight slaves a-serving
Seven trials a-losing
Six drunks a-flailing
Five bold flings
Four dead herds
Three quenched men
Two leather gloves
And a poet's lonely prophecy
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I was very bored. The Twelve Days of Christmas, rewritten to suit Prophet, Innuendo and Rum. Prophet in gold, Innuendo in green and Rum in red. Prophet is a tad morbid, Innuendo is a tad sexual and Rum is a tad strange.
C:
I could have thought of something to rhyme with 'drummers drumming' but I thought I'd better not 8D...
