| || tibia, would, utmost, hopper, put up with it.
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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.
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Bunny was a hopper who would do his utmost hiding eggs.
But he ran afoul of two Valentine Cupid yeggs.
They said his holiday was encroaching on their day
Putting up with it was not a passive Cupid way!
Easter Bunny turned and tried to run for home
But one loosed an arrow, and hit his tibia bone!
So now the Easter Bunny has a limp when he hops
But he's gamely hiding eggs -- in every software box!
A Cat honored yesterday, and now Bunny today. Or, more precisely, the Easter Bunny.
Are you embarking on a series of animal portraits?
Or maybe your latest interest is in gods, or demigods-- godlings such as Bast and Cupid.
I took heart when EB was struck by an arrow, thinking that should bring him True Love.
What's a fractured tibia but a small price for meeting Mrs. Easter Bunny?
Today's solution:
He was trying, desperately & sincerely trying, to learn to knit.
He read the instructions for something called "to purl." He hooked a left loop with his right needle, yanked it through, and wound up holding a knotted hooked-up knit bit.
Based on this, he concluded that knitting was something up with which he would not put.
~ OMK
Every time I think there's no way all those jumble words can be worked into one coherent narrative, you confound me, Owen. I love today's fun little story. It might be called, "The Little Hopper Who Could".
The jumble came pretty easily; I thought the solution was appropriate but not particularly clever as word play.
I had a bit of trouble with the third Jumble word this morning, and so was delighted to see an Owen poem, and Tada! there it was. Not only that, but you also confirmed the solution, about which I was a little dubious. So, thank you for this great Jumble help, Owen.
O'Man Keith, the ending of your funny knitting story totally cracked me up. I never mind putting up with a hilarious twist of grammar.
Now to see what Wilbur will come up with.
Wherever Lefty played he would be embroiled in deep intrigue
In '98 he pitched in a fast upstate Double-A Maine league
One day a quick one-hopper glanced off his tibia bone
Lefty gave out a whelp of pain and fell down like a stone
Lefty did his utmost to pitch and play in pain
But it'd be a month or more before he'd pitch again
Thus it was no surprise to see him drinking heavily again
A jug of wine in one arm, in the other a fifth of gin.
"From what side does Sprockett throw, that rummy?"
"He's a Lefty, so his Port side you dummy?"
"Is Sprockett the fastest pitcher you ever saw?"
"Do I fear that bum?. That souse? pshaw!"
And so new baseball lexicon was born in the Bangor Bulletin
And the wilds of Maine will surely never see his like again.
Meanwhile the Bangor manager was throwing a fit
"That bum better sober up, I won't put up with it!"
WC
So Sprockett is Lefty's surname, W.C.?
I can't imagine you mean the RL Michael Sprockett, as he is certainly too young to be guzzling wine AND gin. (And who does that anyway, unless the wine is vermouth?).
So is there a special meaning for you in the Sprockett name?
Dang, my desktop iMac just gave up the ghost. I am temporarily consigned to my iPad and one-finger typing. Now I must go check my email, one by one.
I wonder if our local Apple Store is open in these (supposedly) waning days of COVID...
~ OMK
Really entertaining poem/story, Wilbur. Especially
liked the part about the hit coming right back at the pitcher; I've seen that happen, though they usually manage to scramble out of the way, don't they?
Yay! Great to get your poem, Wilbur. There were all the Jumble words, with the solution cleverly at the end. Very enjoyable, many thanks.
I don't know baseball very well, so am not sure I understand all the drama, but nice to have you check in on the pitcher, Sandy.
Oh dear, Ol'Man Keith, so sorry to hear about your computer problem. There is nothing more distressing than losing your favorite laptop. I just pray you'll get a great replacement very soon.
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