A somewhat time-worn statue of St.Francis of Assissi is Willow's intriguing picture-prompt for writers this week.
Saint Who?
The Patron Saint of Animals?
You must be joking, Mate!
Four footed, finned or feathered,
implacable I hate.
Do I look well-intentioned -
grim mouth and stony stare?
The trusting woodland creatures
had better all beware.
I lure the little birdies
with crumbs of mouldy bread.
Then I bake them. That is why I keep
a pie-crust on my head.
Less irreverent entries are linked HERE
Oh you old curmudgeon. What about all the sweet legends and lovely tales of a do-gooding saint who could actually speak to (and did, in a sermon) the animals, who all loved him dearly in return?
ReplyDeleteOr am I thinking of a do-little doctor?
Seeing what a fuss it was to get to you I am following you here; it might be the second time, but who's counting.
this is very silly :)
ReplyDeletepiecrust on my head - o stop!
reminds me of the mother goose - four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie rhyme.
i love your funny!
A pie crust! Thanks for the laugh.
ReplyDeleteyou are so funny- silly pie crust hat---who would have thunk? Great laugh for this early morning!
ReplyDeleteThat's a pie crust! It's so obvious now that you point it out.
ReplyDeleteHe does look as though he's about to break their little necks . . .
ReplyDeletePoor little birdies, enjoyed your fun take on the Magpie - Saint Francis a la Monty Python.
ReplyDeleteIt's morning here ... I've had my laugh for the day .. maybe tomorrow too.
ReplyDeleteI hope it's a flaky crust. Otherwise, it would be a horrible waste of bird. ;)
ReplyDeleteWhich just goes to prove, nobody knows what you might be cooking up next! LOL
ReplyDeleteBrenda . . I don't know about a flaky crust, but it's a flaky poem alright.
ReplyDeleteGiggle. Yikes, take cover from pie crust head!
ReplyDeleteFreaking hilarious!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/
Hey! Hey! That's my kind of rhyme! Guess who's got the oven pre-heating at gas mark 6! Pie-head indeed!
ReplyDeleteHa - just two-and-twenty more for the pie!
ReplyDelete(just my psalm of six-pence, now if only I could get the rye bottle out of my pocket) ;-)
Sacriligious oh how I love sacrilage. :)
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your wonders do the magic here,
ReplyDeleteelegant rhyming and wording.
:)
love the pie crust =)
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Another foodie post!
ReplyDeleteLaughing...this is too much!
ReplyDeleteApologies, Doctor. I saw the piecrust, too!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully silly!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I'm sure St Francis would love it - I do! Deliciously irreverent! I hope this comment doesn't send me to hell.
ReplyDeleteBee . . surely the poem is more likely to send me to Hell than is your comment?
ReplyDeleteNope! Purgatory perhaps??!
ReplyDeleteDear Dr. Absolutely rollicking! Split me pants! Four and Twenty! Damn blackbirds (never magpies now!).
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious! I can't imagine taking a shot at the genial, gentle St. Francis! Too funny! And, honestly, very well-written.
ReplyDeleteNow that you mention it, he does look like he's sizing those birdies up to see how many he might need for a good pie!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously (or not!) dark, laugh out loud.
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