| hound, bribe, indigo, groggy, bugging her.The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Sally was an indigo child, no doubt.
No secret was safe, she always found out.
Could she really read minds? M thought so.
He recruited her to spy, foreign places to go.
She knew as by instinct who'd take a bribe.
Drained information generals tried to hide.
Left contacts groggy, their minds wiped clean,
No one remembered, she'd never been seen.
Once, her cover blown, she was set on by dogs,
The hounds never found her, scenting in fogs.
She escaped sentries, evaded police --
But couldn't stop robocalls bugging her peace!
I forgot to post it yesterday, but I thought it worth noting that "VENTED his RANGE" fit as well as "VENTED his ANGER." I had in mind of course how actors are cast by directors who rate how well they display an emotional range.
~ OMK
OMK: wouldn't that be "VETTED" his RANGE? To VENT his range would be to put a smoke hood over his stove.
LOL
Interesting poem. I do regret that Sally was recruited at such an early age. And not sure what an indigo child is. I really like the way you've been putting a 'kicker' at the end of poems. I finish reading them with a chuckle.
The jumble was a bit of a real puzzle for me today. I knew what I thought would be the solution, but had one too many r's. Then finally realized I'd misread the second clue. Aha, that's the first word! So obvious then.
Thanks again for your Jumble reference in your blog poem this morning, Owen. I breezed through this morning's Jumble--was going to say "I flew through the Jumble" but, of course, ants don't fly (or breeze, for that matter). All four clues fell into place immediately, and those three GGGs made the solution pop right out. Delightful Jumble, David and Jeff--many thanks. And your Sally poem was fun, Owen.
We should all have a relaxed, un-antsy day today.
An indigo child? Ok, if you say so. What comes to my mind is a blue child, more like a smurf.
The third word today gave me fits. All those vowels take some time to organize but I finally got it. Otherwise I would have been blue in the sad sense. Then the final solve seemed easy enough except that I started with begging and that caused a dilemma. Finally, I looked at the picture and realized what they were doing. It reminded me of my mother when the seven of us siblings would gather around her and she pressed us close.
Owen ~
Yes, of course, if we were thinking only from the director's side.
But I accepted the constraint of the available letters, so chose to see it in terms of the actor's technique.
~ OMK
I had RANGE yesterday as a word play on RAGE.
I had to work for#3 too. I had the E/U too . But I'd listed the letters and had to find a place for the U.
WC
Indigo children per wiki
Indigo children, according to a pseudoscientific New Age concept, are children who are believed to possess special, unusual, and sometimes supernatural traits or abilities. The idea is based on concepts developed in the 1970s by Nancy Ann Tappe and further developed by Lee Carroll and Jan Tober. Wikipedia"
WC
Thank you, Wilbur Charles. I had no idea that was a real concept! Leave it to Owen to be knowledgeable about that.
Amazing! That definition of indigo child puts a whole different interpretation on the poem.
Owen, did you know about that or did you research it?
Knew about it in a general way, did some research to be sure I had it right.
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