| || prong, gripe, gopher, invite, gripping.
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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.
11 comments:
(continued, Thalia is still speaking.)
"Now if yer doin' it fer fun, you got no right to gripe.
That's why me and sis here, are here at your invite!
I'll help ya with the meter, and maybe find a rhyme;
And Erato'll give a tickle when it comes to punch-line time!"
This double-prong approach had Jimmy satisfied.
He sat back to his keyboard, feeling like a scribe.
His fingers flew to words, he hardly had to think,
Inspired by a broad who'd had too much to drink!
He worried that the words were hers more than were his.
Was he just a gopher, fetching her thoughts for this biz?
But Erato then caressed him, said with a reassuring grip,
His brain was orange. What squeezed out would be a pip!
A fine conclusion, Owen ~ Tart & juicy in the punch!
You continue to lead us all, keeping the standard high.
Today's solution:
Back in the day, specifically grad school days, we weren't into arm wrestling at all.
We thought the way to a ripping good time was through sipping or nipping tequila and beer--
even skipping the law & tripping on certain controlled substances.
Nowadays a good nap will do me.
~ OMK
I solved this yesterday and on #3 I recalled that I had used the riddle-solution to get the letters. But then I just let Owen tell me the word.
Interesting that even having solved I quickly forget. It's not so much the age but the meds that allow me to live this long. c 42
Erato for me is a cup of real coffee with French Vanilla. Too much like a drug though. Shades of Coleridge's Xanadu.
The "meter and the rhyme" were red hot this morning, Owen. I'll have to check you out at the CC.
WC
I started to paste this to the CC but to honor a certain person's anonymity I'll just put it here
" I immediately thought of these BEASTS. Note, if you read the excerpt ZENO is mentioned"
FLN, I should be the last person to break anonymity
WC
And... Now y'all know my "phantasmagorical" reference the other night
Coed arm wrestling has been an on again off fad but in 1966 we had a cottage on the cape for the summer, all guys, and next door, all girls.
We'd socialize and one afternoon one of the gals went on about arm wrestling and "equality". Next thing you know the boys were in a circle and the girls rotated clockwise wrestling each in his turn.
And…
There was a guy there visiting his fiance. And he LOST!!! To HER!
And blamed little ol' me for encouraging the "fun". Btw, the results were about 50-50. Slight edge to the girls.
WC
A bevy of conures for a perch would use any prong
They were a happy jovial trio, they all got along
Rose was a gentle bird, Fire was the boss
Eos was a green-cheek, chirpy and full of sauce
Then one fine day Fire's visage grew dark and grim
For another green-cheek had arrived. "Who invited HIM"
"There's barely food enough for three, I beg your pardon"
"This newb is no more welcome than a gopher in the garden"
Poor Turkey for that was his parrot moniker
Had to listen to the gripes from dawn to dinner
Tune in tommorow for more of this gripping narration
Meantime, poor Wilbur has to abide with the commotion
WC
Found this jumble to be pretty easy. The clues came readily, and then with all the letters the solution became obvious. Appreciated the pun.
Owen, I really love the tone of your last two poems, and especially the kickers at the end. Wilbur, though I sometimes find your posts hard to follow, I loved the personal way you finished today's poem.
I think it was Irish Miss who tabbed them, "enigmatic".
Ironically, in this vein, pretend art*, enigmatic is a mode to be tolerated. But out there I detest the vague, unspecific mode of communication so ubiquitous today.
I. IT we had a saying , no information can be too dense or redundant. eg, don't worry about telling me too much and in plain language. Or... No ITS, THEYS etc, spell it out.
That vagueness has totally infested Facebook
WC
* Okay, speak for myself.
And, yes Sandy, I have been waxing personal lately
Well, our Jumble blog is all about language and not about the visual Jumble cartoons. But I just have to say that the colors of today's Jumble here on the blog are just wonderful! I couldn't believe all those different colored hair-dos and clothes--a total delight!
And then comes the blog art, with Owen's and Wilbur's terrific poems, and Ol'Man Keith's always clever and neat glosses on the Jumble solutions. I almost feel like clipping them out every morning.
So, thank you all, for the fun and delight you bring to our Jumble convention. You manage to leave us dripping with delight.
My former student (grad), an award-winning director, is the leader of an all-female arm-wrestling cohort.
Amanda is tiny, near 5'0", and takes down nearly every opponent, of whatever gender.
I certainly wouldn't try to take her on.
I don't get it--the physics and physiology of it simply defy me.
Yes, Misty ~ Today's colors are terrific. A true delight. Thank you for reminding me to look at them. I mean, really look at them!
My goodness, Wilbur, how busy you are today!
What a delightful avian treat--today's poem.
My mom used to keep birds, mainly canaries & budgies when I was at home.
She graduated to cockatiels after I left for school. Nothing larger than that. But I learned that they all had personalities.
I mean, who knew?!
~ OMK
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