| weary, doubt, tycoon, oxygen, get around town.The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Naturally. We wouldn't expect them to roll in a square burb.
~ OMK
To be honest, OMK, I avoid reading any comments you make until I have solved a jumble, because I find them to be such dead giveaways that I lose some of the fun of solving. In this case, I did solve it and so I certainly see what your comment means, but I'm glad I didn't read it first.
When I hint I normally aim to be more obscure. Today's solution seemed to be more obvious than usual, so I didn't exercise the same caution.
No Owen Jumble poem this morning? I was really looking forward to what Owen would come up with for this very funny and inventive cartoon. I just loved it! Got all for words, even the last one, which might have been tricky, but really wasn't. Never thought I'd get that solution with so many letters, but it popped right up. This cartoon was so inventive with all the circles in the background and inside of things. I wish the constructors would check in with us--it would be so much fun to learn how they came up with this crazy one. Anyway, have a good weekend, Ol'Man Keith and Sandyanon--and hope all is okay with you, Owen.
Yes, I'm worried about Owen as well. No limericks on the Corner, no poem here. He went to the trouble of posting the Jumble, which was wonderful of him if he is, as I fear, ill.
Hoping for the best.
Sandyanon, should we think about asking C.C. if she could maybe check in on him? I don't want to be intrusive and it might be best to wait until tomorrow, but it is worrisome.
Misty, it's well after his normal posting time, so yes, why don't you go ahead and ask C.C.
I'm here now, I'm fine. Went to sleep last night before I'd done the poem, and slept round the clock +2 for some reason, instead of just my normal couple hours. Not being able to do the XW bummed me out a bit.
Gladstone was a tycoon, and a man-about-town.
What he did was fodder for the gossip hound.
But such notoriety wearied him at times.
Then he would vacation to more exalted climes.
He'd go mountain climbing, where oxygen is thin.
He had a special ledge, to meditate and grin.
There he was a guru, folks would come and visit.
With questions about life and how best to live it.
He'd answer like a guru, ascetic and aesthetic,
Words of wisdom, antiseptic or anesthetic.
Words to cause no danger, in future days to come,
Or to calm a mind about what had been done.
He led a double life, of which none were the wiser.
A hedonistic czar, and a calm and cool advisor.
The self-same source of advice up on the mountain
They could also get around a town tycoon's accountin'!
What a gift, to get one of your terrific poems at the end of the day. Thank you so much, Owen, and we're so glad you're okay and back on our Jumble page. Again, many thanks.
Very happy to see you back, Owen!
And with a delightful poem, offering Horace's Utile et dulce, reminding us how we are often wiser as teachers than practitioners.
~ OMK
I followed my usual routibr so I had the 4J's early but, like Owen, I had CC's mountain to climb.
Is the THE Gladstone? We sort of lose English history after the 1776 divorce. So, I'm hazy about Gladstone.
WC
Uh, Gladstone Gander, Donald Duck's foppish cousin?
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