On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me seven geese-a-layin’

“More eggs to throw at importunate Frenchmen,” I said.

He laughed at that.  “With a beauty like you, there will be no end to the French men, and no end to their importunacy.”

That’s why I do these verbal sallies.  I like to see what he comes up with.

So I did another one.

“Why 7 though?  Eight would be a rounder number.”

“But you are a silly goose too, that makes eight.”

Hmmph.

“So we now  have 8 single geese here and no gander,”  I said.

“It’s true you are single, technically.   Yes.”  He hitched his thumbs in his armpits and put on a complacent look.  “Don’t worry your pretty little head.  I’ll look around, see what I can do.”

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