The Twelve Days of Skidmas

Sung to the tune of "The Twelve Days of Christmas"

On the First day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
An F in American His’try.

On the Second day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Third day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Fourth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Fifth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Sixth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Seventh day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Seven socks a-smelling
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Eighth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Eight greasy wall stains
Seven socks a-smelling
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Ninth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Nine empty chip bags
Eight greasy wall stains
Seven socks a-smelling
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Tenth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Ten “Do I have to’s”
Nine empty chip bags
Eight greasy wall stains
Seven socks a-smelling
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Eleventh day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Eleven half-full pop cans
Ten “Do I have to’s”
Nine empty chip bags
Eight greasy wall stains
Seven socks a-smelling
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try.

On the Twelfth day of Skidmas,
My skids gave to me:
Twelve broken ornaments
Eleven half-full pop cans
Ten “Do I have to’s”
Nine empty chip bags
Eight greasy wall stains
Seven socks a-smelling
Six hours of bickering
Fiiiiive poop-stained skivvies
Four broken iPhones
Three burnt toast
Two p!ssy sheets
And an F in American His’try!!!