(This is sung to the song, “The 12 Days of Christmas”)
I have been trying to figure out the best way to describe what Morgan has done over the past year. (And I am not making any of this up!) So sad, that I wish I was this creative to make this up, but alas, Morgan is proud to say, he has done it all. Yes, I am just as guilty as the “enabling parent”, so I thought I would put it in an enjoyable song for you to sing along to. I’m not good at Haiku’s or any of that other technical writing BS, so tune up your singin pipes and enjoy my version of the “holiday season” favorite. Enjoy! (Especially you, Bill!!) :o)
On the first day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
A chewed up window pane.
On the second day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the third day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the fourth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the fifth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the sixth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the seventh day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Seven inches of missing carpet, six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the eighth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Eight puncture holes in the irrigation system, seven inches of missing carpet, six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the ninth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Nine holes in the backyard, eight puncture holes in the irrigation system, seven inches of missing carpet, six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the tenth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Ten bite marks on the dining room chair, nine holes in the backyard, eight puncture holes in the irrigation system, seven inches of missing carpet, six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the eleventh day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Eleven attempts at humping the neighbor’s dog, ten bite marks on the dining room chair, nine holes in the backyard, eight puncture holes in the irrigation system, seven inches of missing carpet, six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
On the twelfth day of destruction, my Morgan gave to me:
Twelve destroyed squeaky toys, eleven attempts at humping the neighbor’s dog, ten bite marks on the dining room chair, nine holes in the backyard, eight puncture holes in the irrigation system, seven inches of missing carpet, six chunks of missing crown molding,
FIVE PILES OF SHIT
Four chewed pairs of shoes, three destroyed lenses, two chewed up remotes, and a chewed up window pane.
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