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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
15 comments:
FLN, RE: OCReg limerick contest, here's what I sent in
My O.C. is an Orange Cat,
But Jellicle's have more names then that!
As an Orange Kitten
O.K. she was christened.
Now she's not O.K., she's fixed and fat!
Owen Lorion of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Now, I'm not a reader of the O.C.Register, but you may be interested in my story. One of your avid readers, Sandyanon , is also an avid follower of my poetry based on the LAT crossword at https://crosswordcorner.blogspot.com and on the daily Jumble at http://jumblehints.blogspot.com, and so suggested I enter your contest here. Recently she's even been enticed to spread her own poetic wings very convincingly in the latter venue.
Awww!!
So... not actually an avid reader, but, Owen,
You motivated me to send in an entry about a real acquaintance of mine. She lives with my daughter on Catalina.
I know a Chihuahua named Rosie.
Her home on an island is cosy.
She walks with her mommy
Whenever it's balmy,
And always sniffs out every posy.
Sandy -- Actually, my current cat is a dirty gray. But my favorite was an orange cat named Snafu. Your real Rosie will certainly give my fictional Ossie a run for her money! BTW, my letter also included your eddress in <brackets>, which blogspot bleeped out above.
Sandy ~ A great limerick! That rhythm is so compelling, isn't it?
Neat of Owen to credit you, eh? -- avid or casual...
Today's J hint:
We used to be able to buy great fireworks to celebrate the Fourth. I remember some that soared to fantastic heights from my backyard. They rivaled No. Korea's.
Now that so many cities have outlawed them--for legitimate safety reasons--the only ones on sale are either black market dangerous or chintzy subs. I gave up after a bunch of cheap rockets barely rose 10 feet.
Make that 6. I still have the burns.
~ OMK
FLN, I made a change to yesterday's "Bitter vetch" line in the poem. That clue , btw, is in the crossword Hof. Folks still kvetch when they see it.
Slight delay on #3 as I carved away at the letters. Riddle-solution came quick thanks to word #1, no heavy thinking there.
OMK, a neighbor, 25 years ago, set off one of those rockets and it barely missed not only my head but my four year old son's. Not a fan.
Owen, I gather that's from some entertainment venue. New of course to me.
I'll have a limerick for O.C. by the end of the week.
How much do I get for 23,000th place?
WC
Ps, did I post the limericks about the friends of Bill W. who met in the halls and eventually plighted their troth*
That was the "Dyspepsia"; "12 Steps for her" rhyme.
WC
Sweet poem, Sandyanon, and fun to find all the Jumble words and solution in your poem, Owen. I was so happy to get all the words, even though I had to work a bit on a few of them. But the solution popped right up. Fun Jumble morning. Have a good day, everybody.
Wilbur, you're unfamiliar with Jeff Dunham? You have a treat in store!! Personally, I find Bubba J, Li'l Jeff and especially Peanut annoying, but love Walter and Achmed and Jose, but YMMV.
Hey, I got a response already from Mr Snibbe at the Register. So apparently he's keeping close table on the entries.
TABS!! That blasted Spellcheck!
I also got a reply, but I assume it's just an automated response. Being out of the area, I'm probably disqualified, even tho I'm sure there will be many entries superior to mine. But I still look forward to seeing the results -- and Mr. Snibbe's next few columns to see if he makes any future mention of our blog!
Just re-read your perfect gloss to the cartoon solution, Ol'Man Keith--cracked me up.
The tale goes on:
The dozen dwarfs and Bilbo had escaped the spider horde
But then a troop of wood elves came armed with bow and sword
Bilbo slipped on the ring and secretly followed the troop
Of weary, hungry prisoners who'd be happy with bread and soup.
The king's domain was sculpted deep into a cavern mouth
Deep inside there were pockets of cells throughout
Where the dwarves would be kept. For they too
Would not answer the King nor leave him a clue .
Though the dwarves were now merely puppets our intrepid
Hobbit had eluded capture because of the ring and hid
And became a burglar indeed. He filched food and drink,
Knocked on wood for luck and began to think.
WC
Looking forward to the next installment, Wilbur.
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