Off Key

Off key we sang

Rounding the corner

And a partridge

With a five gold rings

Clamoring off our tongues

We left the maids a milking

And the pipers stumbling

Over the screeching notes

Swaying back and forth

Laughter tucked behind each verse

Until the French hens and calling birds

Flew the coop

Leaving behind geese and swans

To be serenaded

By our off key voices and fragmented choruses

We sang and sang

The ladies stopped dancing

And the lord lept into a taxi for home

We approached the end

With drum rolls and coos

And another year

Marked by tradition

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