Eleven Pipers A-Pipin’

With 14 days ‘til Christmas, the festivities begin

On the eve’s family dinner, we play to win

From my aunts and uncles to my mother and father

We’d gather ‘round the table and gobble a holler

This season, a challenge is one they beset

To fill one seat left for one lovely guest

While yes, quite a date is what they suggest

To which the eleven pipers would know all the rest

While all eleven of them live right next door

There was just no way to get to know them more

With 14 days ‘til Christmas, the festivities begin

Only one of the eleven could possibly win!

One was stunned, quiet and shy

The type who’d timidly look down on his eyes

We exchanged some words maybe one or two

And he hurriedly left, whispering a thank you

Two was loud, garrulous at most

Babbling forever like there’s no tomorrow

Here was a piper who talked in a zoom

And he quickly left, snapping a thank you

Three was snoozy, barely awake

That’s right, let us keep the yawns at bay!

The snores were booming throughout the room

And he groggily left, muttering a thank you

Four was a diva, who spoke every symphony

A piper, songster, a chattering harmony

Taken aback, he talked with a tune

And he melodiously left, chanting a thank you

Five was a laugher, giggling by the minute

There was no way I could finish a sentence!

He was out of breath yet easily amused

And he comically left, chuckling a thank you

Six was a mystery, whose clothing was dark

Like a taunt to my face, a scare in all parts

He was spook, I might start shivering soon

And he eerily left, casting a thank you

Seven was techy, looking down at the phone

The hand was glued to the gadget he owns

The emitted light on his face seemed new

And he quickly left, mouthing a thank you

Eight was angry, with fire in the eyes

A special case no one could point out why

He was tossing, turning without a clue

And he fiercely left, without a thank you

Nine was afraid, sat with knees on the chest

Shaking in fear, no words have been said

Beads of sweat have fallen down too

And he fearfully left, gasping a thank you

Ten was a mover, what a piper was he!

Those dance moves made me get up on my feet

But the moonwalks were doing no magic in the room

And he gracefully left, sliding a thank you

Eleven was teary, crying and crying

The box of tissues went into hiding

The weeping soon got into view

And he sorrowfully left, sniffling a thank you

While none of the eleven have made the cut

The one seat at dinner was left untouched

In some way, the pipers touched my hearts

It need not be one, they need not be picked apart

Ho, ho, it’s Christmas, the festivities begin

On the eve’s family dinner, we play to win

The house is crowded, everybody’s a-cheerin’

Listening to the sound of eleven pipers a-pipin’