Sunday, 19 August 2012

Magpie 131














A LITTLE JAUNT IN THE FOG

"Oh where have you got to, my dear?"
Shouted Bill, "it's so foggy down here.
I told you that boat
Was unlikely to float,
And I fear you've gone over the weir."

Cried his wife, "don't you fret abut me.
I'm just popping down to the sea.
And if I'm still alive
I'll be home around five,
And I'll bring back fresh herrings for tea."

(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)






44 comments:

  1. Delightful take on the Mag prompt, Frances.
    K

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  2. cool!.. always fun to read your takes...

    JJRod'z

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  3. I think somebody should tell the Min of Ag and Fish if herrings are being caught at the mouth of our rivers! LOL :) Great mag!

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    1. No no, Jinksy. Not in the river. she was going down to the SEA. See?

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  4. . . . and out of season too, tut tut! Great limericks.

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    1. Are herrings ever out of season? Damn. Now you've ruined my day.

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  5. Very cute. You and I took a similar tack, but mine had a very different outcome. :-)

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    1. I'll go and look up yours. Thanks for commenting.

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  6. I have to appreciate the light humor of this :). Herring for tea?!!! I prefer a sweet myself;)

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    1. In certain parts of England, "tea" is the evening meal. In others, it's dinner, or supper. I use all three as the occasion demands. And depending n the supply of herrings, of course.

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  7. tow limericks for the price of one- very fun read!

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  8. fresh herrings for tea? {shaking head}

    i like the stacked limericks

    under windsor bridge senryu

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    1. Have I written a "stacked limerick"? Wow!

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  9. So when are you going to send us a poem to Poetry24... you dark horse, you? *taps fingers impatiently*

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    1. I may be a dark horse, but I'm not really a poet, Clare. Can't you tell?

      (Titch is a very dark horse...)

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  10. Wonderful. What a great take on the prompt

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  11. Are we invited for tea, too Frances? Fresh herring are nearly as wonderful as your talent for delightfully, clever writing. Thank you so much for sharing. =D

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    1. Actually, I don't really like herrings, but you can come and have cake?

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  12. Fabulous take on the picture!

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  13. She's not planning to come back is she?

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    1. Funnily enough, I hadn't thought of that, Patsy. But you're right. She's got bigger fish to fry (tall, handsome, you know. That kind of fish).

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  14. What a fishy story - is the herring red or read, pray?

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  15. Everything you write has the most delightful rhythm .. this one is no exception.

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  16. Frances Garrod = always delightful.

    =)

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  17. Fresh herrings and tea, count me in!

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    1. Personally, i'm not fond of herrings, so you're welcome to mine, too, Karen!

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  18. This was a lot of fun to read. It sounds like the herring was perhaps red in color? Ha!

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    1. Or it could have been a kipper from Tesco's....

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  19. It is such a joy to read. A great take on the prompt.I love that the husband is caring and the wife is the one who goes fishing ie.the prompt.
    Mine is here
    Have you a ROCKING AND WEEK!!!
    hugs
    shakira

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  20. Thanks, Shakira. I'll look yours up.

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  21. Delicious dialogue between husband and wife, Frances.
    The two well-rhymed stanzas match perfectly, as their protagonists.
    Nice to meet you here!
    :)

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