The Twelve Days of Pismas

On the first day of Pismas, I drank a lot of beer. A pint for

my breakfast, and a burp you could hear. On the second day of Pismas,

I stumbled to the loo. Two missteps, and a pint for

my breakfast too. Oh, Pismas time is here again. Raise your glass,

my wobbly friend. We'll drink and cheer until the end. Oh,

Pismas time is here again. On the third day of Pismas,

my mate brought me a brew. Three warm ales, two missteps,

and a pint for my breakfast too. The lights are blurry.