the cheese stands alone

Having No Chicken, We Made Partridge Soup

Never let it be said the GM1 did not give me something for Christmas Hannah'sKaka Kwaneria Supersale Saturday the holidays.
He gave me:
Twelve vertebra aching.
Eleven follicles throbbing.
Ten toes freezing.
Nine sneezes spewing.
Eight coughs a-rattling.
Seven twitches twitching.
Six senses failing.
Five rumbling intestinals!
Four sinuses pounding.
Three eyes watering
Two nostrils flowing.
And a head cold from hell.

Yes, I hear all of you, saying "well, at least he didn't bring you back one weener dripping." I hear you loud and clear, and yes, I am grateful. Now hush up and go back to wrapping my gifts.
Oh and, the GM1's cold was up and gone in one, count 'em, ONE day. Mine is enjyoing itself so very much it's decided to stay on and possibly enroll in the local community college. My only joy is sharing with my misbegotten mutants customers. I'm a giver.