May 10, 2011

Magpie Tales#65

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

29 comments:

  1. 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?

    Or 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.

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  2. this is very silly :)
    piecrust on my head - o stop!
    reminds me of the mother goose - four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie rhyme.
    i love your funny!

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  3. A pie crust! Thanks for the laugh.

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  4. you are so funny- silly pie crust hat---who would have thunk? Great laugh for this early morning!

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  5. That's a pie crust! It's so obvious now that you point it out.

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  6. He does look as though he's about to break their little necks . . .

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  7. Poor little birdies, enjoyed your fun take on the Magpie - Saint Francis a la Monty Python.

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  8. It's morning here ... I've had my laugh for the day .. maybe tomorrow too.

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  9. I hope it's a flaky crust. Otherwise, it would be a horrible waste of bird. ;)

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  10. Which just goes to prove, nobody knows what you might be cooking up next! LOL

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  11. Brenda . . I don't know about a flaky crust, but it's a flaky poem alright.

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  12. Giggle. Yikes, take cover from pie crust head!

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  13. Freaking hilarious!
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/

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  14. Hey! Hey! That's my kind of rhyme! Guess who's got the oven pre-heating at gas mark 6! Pie-head indeed!

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  15. Ha - just two-and-twenty more for the pie!
    (just my psalm of six-pence, now if only I could get the rye bottle out of my pocket) ;-)

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  16. Sacriligious oh how I love sacrilage. :)
    rel

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  17. your wonders do the magic here,
    elegant rhyming and wording.
    :)

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  18. Excellent! Another foodie post!

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  19. Apologies, Doctor. I saw the piecrust, too!

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  20. This is wonderfully silly!

    Anna :o]

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  21. I'm sure St Francis would love it - I do! Deliciously irreverent! I hope this comment doesn't send me to hell.

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  22. Bee . . surely the poem is more likely to send me to Hell than is your comment?

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  23. Dear Dr. Absolutely rollicking! Split me pants! Four and Twenty! Damn blackbirds (never magpies now!).

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  24. That is hilarious! I can't imagine taking a shot at the genial, gentle St. Francis! Too funny! And, honestly, very well-written.

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  25. Now 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!

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  26. Deliciously (or not!) dark, laugh out loud.

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