On the first day of COVID my true love gave me to me, a fever of one hundred and three.
On the second day of COVID my true love gave to me, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the third day of COVID my true love gave to me, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the fourth day of COVID my true love gave to me, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the fifth day of COVID my true love said to me, I can’t taste a thing, [he gave me] four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the sixth day of COVID my true love gave to me, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the seventh day of COVID my true love gave to me, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the eighth day of COVID my true love gave to me, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the ninth day of COVID my true love gave to me, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the tenth day of COVID my true love gave to me, ten weeks of Netflix, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the eleventh day of COVID my true love gave to me, eleven comic books, ten weeks of Netflix, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the twelth day of COVID my true love gave to me, twelve high-zinc gummies, eleven comic books, ten weeks of Netflix, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
I like it, but somehow you missed fitting in hydroxychloroquine. With all the controversy around it, it should be in there.
Hydroxychlorquine rhymes pretty close and syllabically with five golden rings.
Yes, it would fit on day five, but “can’t taste a thing” rhymes with “gold rings” — and my daughter-in-law recommended that, so …. 🙂
I never realized how restrictive this song was until I tried to write this. There aren’t many syllables to work with.
I never could relate to the original song anyway. Such strange gifts! What the hell can I do with a partridge in a pear tree? Just imagine the 10th day. You open the present and out jump these ten lords a-leaping! WTF!!! Now the 5th day does speak to me. Those five golden rings would indeed be something I could use, provided my “true love” wouldn’t mind it if I sold them. I’m certainly not going to go around wearing them. I think that I would be happy to get back to normal after that 12th day. But remember, the effects of Covid need not be limited to just 12 days.
Also, “quarantine” instead “of cloister”. Cloister hasn’t been used in the news that I’ve seen and when listening to a song, you shouldn’t need a dictionary.
Surely there is a place in there somewhere for that amazing $ 600 check.