Old Andrew, he was crucified -
his bones got strewn far and wide;
some ended up on Scotland's side
thanks to the leeward winds - bagpied.
He never wore a sporran, no,
or dined from porringers for bowls.
He never donned a kilt or played
a round of golf or bagpipes, nay.
He lived in Greece and wore instead
a chiton with laurel headdress.
He played bazouki and the rest
I think you can imagine best.
Author notes
my own photo of St. Andrew in the ceiling of the church in my town.
A contest entry
- A Wee Contest for Saint Andrew's Day by Keith.
700 points, ended December 16, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I think there is some confusion here. The St Andrew whom Scotland venerates is a different one: he is more properly called St Andy Stewart and he was the inventor of the deep fried Mars bar.
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That is so interesting, and wellwritten too. I didn't know any of that info about St. Andrew.
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Interesting lore. Funny the things we thing, until we study history. There is much to be learned from the past.
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What! St. Andrew wasn't a Scot? Mein Gott! Lol.
Well, that's it--I've lost my faith in everything now!
Good one,
Bill
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You're right about Saint Andrew, yes
Not really a true Scot I guess
And yet, our patron Saint: you see
It really is all Greek to me.
I like the poem and the picture. Thanks.
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