A Piece of Poem dedicated to All the Cooks at Home in the Quarantined Year of 2020 by Jean Lee

 The 12 Days of Christmas Ode to All the Cooks at Home in 2020

by Jean Lee

 

On the 1^st day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

A spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 2^nd day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 3^rd day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 4^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 5^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 6^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree.

On the 7^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Seven naans a burning, six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 8^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Eight drinks for sipping, seven naans a burning, six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 9^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Nine licorice for licking, eight drinks for sipping, seven naans a burning, six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 10^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Ten gourds of pumpkins, nine licorice for licking, eight drinks for sipping, seven naans a burning, six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 11^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Eleven griddles for frying, ten gourds of pumpkins, nine licorice for licking, eight drinks for sipping, seven naans a burning, six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree

 

On the 12^th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Twelve cutters for cookies, eleven griddles for frying, ten gourds of pumpkins, nine licorice for licking, eight drinks for sipping, seven naans a burning, six cheese I’m saving, five muffin rings, four tubs of curds, three dozen eggs, two tons of flour, and a spare fridge instead of a tree