On the twelfth day before Christmas my happy honey sent me twelve heavy honeycombs with eleven live busy bees buzzing around. Hungrily l ploughed my mouth into them and lo! Ten sharp stings were drilled into me in return. At nine oclock l was whizzed to a funny family doctor who robotically administered eight jumping jabs on me without as much as a wink for his antics. I actually saw seven stars of dizziness with my naked eyes … and slept for six silent hours like a dull dumped puppy pumpkin. Upon waking up, the love of my life was there softly smooching me five times per minute non-stop, telling me four fake ways of dreaming sweet dreams, three ways of avoiding snoring silly like a noisy tractor, and two wayward ways of making us one happy couple on a Christmas Day!