Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Magpie 51


Clinkers.

Bricks and tiles and pottery turned
With clay sand our fingers learned.
Then what’s amazing,
We invented glazing!
But sometimes even bricks get burned!


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25 comments:

  1. izzy2 February 2011 at 12:06 am

    We surely learn a lot with our hands-Thanks!

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  2. Everyday Goddess2 February 2011 at 12:13 am

    And if you had studied to become a baker, you could eat the mistakes.

    Nice Magpie!

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  3. anthonynorth2 February 2011 at 1:11 am

    They do indeed. nicely done.

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  4. Kathe W.2 February 2011 at 1:45 am

    I like those clinkers they used on older homes- gives them character! Fun limerick!

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  5. annell42 February 2011 at 2:04 am

    Always a delight, for sure!

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  6. Brother Ollie2 February 2011 at 2:42 am

    A tight fun poem. Nice tale!

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  7. Tess Kincaid2 February 2011 at 4:39 am

    This one is really charming, Ford. x

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  8. Lyn2 February 2011 at 4:53 am

    Very clever use of the "material"..nice!

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  9. Kristen Haskell2 February 2011 at 5:56 am

    Bravo to a master of the limerick!

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  10. R. Burnett Baker2 February 2011 at 6:11 am

    Gave me a smile on a cold afternoon!

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  11. Martin2 February 2011 at 7:09 am

    Well, you were certainly 'fired up' for this one, Stafford.

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  12. Unknown2 February 2011 at 11:42 am

    keep away from "brick houses" if you don't want to get burned

    people in brick houses shouldn't throw glass :)

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  13. Glenn Buttkus2 February 2011 at 11:42 am

    Thick as a brick, sir, with a teaspoon
    of levity to help the philosophy go down;
    enjoyable piece, per usual. Thanks,
    Ford, for taking us to a proletarian
    plane, for humanizing the moment.

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  14. Rinkly Rimes2 February 2011 at 1:21 pm

    Let's hope only bricks get burned, and not fingers!

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  15. Helena3 February 2011 at 7:22 am

    Lovely stuff! I read this out to 'the cheaper half'. He's a retired pottery supervisor! Haven't had to pay for a cup since 1983!

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  16. Linda3 February 2011 at 2:32 pm

    Cool rhyme - I love it!

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  17. Caty3 February 2011 at 3:45 pm

    left me smiling :)

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  18. Berowne4 February 2011 at 7:41 am

    Clever; enjoyable.

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  19. Reflections4 February 2011 at 1:50 pm

    Lovely fun read... and to what the hands can learn.

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  20. Coloring Outside the Lines4 February 2011 at 6:47 pm

    Nice mag!

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  21. Anonymous5 February 2011 at 2:00 pm

    You are the master blaster of the short, pithy rhyme. Love it!

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  22. Jim Swindle6 February 2011 at 6:37 am

    Oh, what fun!
    It's well done.

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  23. rel7 February 2011 at 6:04 am

    Stafford,
    Is they cinders then?
    rel

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  24. Stafford Ray7 February 2011 at 6:20 am

    They's no cinder-rel, ah, them's a clinker Brick!
    This is getting very silly!

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  25. Carrie Van Horn8 February 2011 at 4:20 am

    I guess you could call me a very glossy brick....love this one Stafford! :-)

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