| joint, shaky, bitter, abrupt, think "strait".|| ounce, gavel, donkey, paddle, good deed.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Do you ever start to feel a bit -- strange.
As if something is out of joint, deranged.
Not quite déjà vu, nor jamais vu either;
Your skin doesn't fit, you're adrift in the ether.
You feel sort of shaky, but it's not a chill.
You're being held here against your will!
You abruptly feel as if everything's in place,
And just heard the closing of a gate!
The bitter truth appears in your mind,
You're trapped, paralyzed, confined!
It's hard to think, everything is muzzy,
Are you in a strait jacket? No, it's fuzzy!
You're wrapped up tight inside a cocoon,
Your arms are trapped, as if in a womb!
You struggle free, and you're in your bed.
This was sleep paralysis, all in your head!
There is a certain breed of penguin in Tierra del Fuego that defends itself from albatross attacks by giving off an intensely offensive odor.
It has other defensive tactics for use in the water when attacked by sharks. It has the curious ability to make itself smaller, denser, and so to drop suddenly below a shark's normal swimming range.
Specialists are not sure whether to refer to its special skills as the "shrink trait," "sink trait," or the "stink trait."
~ OMK
Your poems always really amaze me, Owen! How do you do that--along with working in all the Jumble words and solution? Wonderful!
And then the terrific spoonerisms (they are, aren't they?) from Ol'Man Keith. Also wonderful! Many thanks to you both.
I had trouble with this morning's crossword, although, thank goodness, I got the Sudoku, Kenken, and Jumble without any problem at all. Loved the Jumble cartoon and solution, and couldn't wait to come here and see all the play that could be done with it. Now to wait for the pleasure of Wilbur and Sandy checking in.
Have a good day, everybody!
They are indeed Spoonerisms, Misty! Good examples of what we can get by switching the initial letters of two words. Using in these cases the first letters of today's Jumble solution.
To take it another step (speaking now as a purist), I would prefer to see a transposition of the phonetics rather than just the letters. But this would lead us nowhere today, as we would end up with something like "strink thait" or "thrait."
"Stink" might just qualify, but not the latter non-words.
But I am happy enough with what we have.
~ OMK
Having the full week provided on Sunday I couldn't help myself and went and completed all the xwords and jumbles. So...
Then I can't remember them. Btw, beware!!!
Jeremy Lin is our Saturday constructor. However, Friday's not bad at all. I can't remember Wednesday or Thursday.
Oops, I just remembered that I got so into Saturday's xword that I forgot the jumble. I'll do it now.
My brain has dulled along with poetic energy. I too marvel at Owen's creativity. I may need everyman's opiate: caffeinated coffee. My last ounce resulted in a plethora of doggeral
You know... As Coleridge and I were saying...
Xanadu for now
WC
Do I have permission to go back to weekend's jumbles to begin my new project? One of the words fits perfectly. If I can get started I may catch up by Saturday.
WC
Of course, Wilbur--why not?
Okay, as I warned you here is the beginning of a new Wilburian saga. Starting with these J's:
Saturday
waive, oddly, whinny, smoggy, gloves on hand.
Sunday
Entry, Befit,Gambit,Feudal;
Big beef
Iguana,Ritual,Softly,Astray, Lavish,Fiesty; First things First
In a glade by the forest a swineherd sat fretting
For his dog Fang rather than herding was abetting
The scattered swine. "Come Wamba, as befits a friend
As you see the sun is setting and daylight is at end.
Circle back past the swale and by said gambit
Round up the beasts as your skill and luck may permit."
Now the swineherd, Gurth by name, was oddly attired
His dour demeanor made worse as the pigs were mired
In the smoggy swamps. His companion though bound
By feudal chains was feisty and twirled his bells around.
"Ah, leave your swine that are astray for Norman feast
Reginald Front de Boeuf, that big beef beast
Will make his ritual entry into our Master Cedric's halls
By the morrow, perk up for who know what will befall."
But Fang the trusty herder had gathered Garth's
Porkers. "Ah, faithful dog, march them down the paths "
Then was heard a whinny marking company at hand
More than likely pilgrims or worse a Norman band.
Wamba was all for waving with his bright yellow glove
"Desist you fool, we know not what mischief is thereof".
Let's retreat softly and at the castle quench our thirst"
"Wise words" quoth Wamba, "Lets do first things first."
WC
Very clever, Wilbur, me lad, very clever indeed.
Porkers & swineherds, smoggy swamps & all. I never could get the hang of working in a different period than one's own. It requires an extra skill, to come up with all those archaic phrasings--on top of your commitment to inserting the Jumble words.
It isn't always easy for me to read, as it is like peering through a screen door into an old chamber, translating from the feudal idiom.
But that's my problem, maybe my own version of an aging brain. On the one hand, I am quite used to Shakespeare's lingo, while on the other I struggle to re-cast "new" writing as if it were truly "old."
BTW, I think I'll stick with Stiffy over Feisty. It's that anamolous Streak of Chaucer in me.
~ OMK
Well, did you notice that I dropped "Iguana" from the roster?
Also, this is not original with ol' Wilbur. Let's see how long I can tell the tale before the original is grok'ed.
Let's see if Misty or Sandy get it. Owen, let the others try to figure it out before you spill the beans.
I'll try to get Monday and Tuesday's J's into the next one before we work on Wednesday.
WC
Also, there are many arcs (tangents?) to the overall tale. There's love unrequited which leads to the co-protaganist joining the feudal Marine Corps; An overweight prince elect who cares more for leg of mutton than leg of damsel, a would-be despot who's scared witless that his big brother will return from his dungeon, merry men, jousting, castle sieges and a Jewish beauty who loves the wrong knight until ? Too late??
It is late
Cheers, Wilfred
Oops I mean Wilbur
Part II
joint, shaky, bitter, abrupt, think "strait".
ounce, gavel, donkey, paddle, good deed.
The party of which Wanna heard had abruptly caught
Up with the Saxin pair. On a donkey was wrought
Rich accoutrements including a gold chain hung
About the neck, one ounce of which was among
The costliest the common clergy could afford.
His companion, a knight stood straight as a board
The joints in his leg armor and the scar on his face
Told the peasant pair that many fights had taken place.
"Speak Swain" said the knight. "Is this the road to Rotherwood?"
Garth, in a shaky voice, said "Let it be understood
That a freeman who is proud of his manhood
Doesn't cow to your demand". "See here villein
Perhaps a paddle to the head can make you willing."
"Hold Sir Brian", said the Abbott riding beside.
Addressing the Jester Wamba, he asked "Be my guide,
Perhaps a silver coin not blows will succeed
Plus an Abbott's blessing for your good deed "
Said the knight, "A gavel to his insolent head
Is the way in the East to teach the ill-bred".
WC
Owen and Wilbur--you never cease to amaze me! Many thanks for your great poems!
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