Twelve Jamaican days of Christmas

On the 12th day of Christmas, my Rasta gave to me:

Twelve chicken drumsticks
Eleven Comrades pleading
Ten Parliamentary questions
Nine Labourites leaving
Eight Mayors *milking*
Seven uncivil servants
Six greasy place mats
Five cell phone rings
Four calling plans
Three fresh eggs
Two dutty gloves
And a breadfruit, just roasted nicely