| gravy, naval, disown, muscle, under way.The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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A muscled blond came in, and leaned on Sam Sloan's desk.
ReplyDelete"I have a spirit problem, and they say you are the best.
My father was a naval man, with superstitions of the sea.
Like women shouldn't crew on ships, not even little me.
"So when I joined a merchantman as a common sailor,
My father said he'd disowned me, I was not in his favor.
Recently he died, and left to me his lighthouse home.
(Not a real lighthouse, but built near the ocean's foam.)
"This bit of gravy was unexpected, I thought he'd cut me off.
I went to take possession, and he'd done it just to scoff!
The place was haunted by my father, his terror under way.
He would rattle the whole house, worse than tempest's sway!"
(To be continued!)
The jumble was Monday easy. I enjoyed both versions of the cartoon.
ReplyDeleteI really love the continued story poems. Sam will have an exorcism task ahead, I guess. But maybe not. It depends on the words in tomorrow's jumble, doesn't it?
Delightful poem, Owen, with all the words and the reveal tucked in. Like Sandyanon, I'll look forward to Sam's exorcism.
ReplyDeleteGot all the Jumble words with only a little problem with the third one. But the solution popped right out--lots of fun. The cartoon drawing is very clever, with the long city street on top and the folks checking out the tunnel being built. Two guys with mustaches on top? And I loved that lady's flowery dress and matching parrisole (spelling?), okay, umbrella.
I looked up the sunshine umbrella, and it's a parasole.
ReplyDeleteOops: parasol. What is wrong with my spelling this morning?
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