| || chide, crush, thrash, engage, head-scratcher.
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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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At the asylum, the bunks were allocated according to the orphans' size and seniority.
Certain beds were prized for softness and location (bottom bunks, away from the doors).
After lights-out, however, some of the bigger boys would claim the better sites from smaller sleepers, and such a bully was disparaged (behind his back) as a much loathed "bed snatcher."
~ OMK
No good chiding me, I'm crushed, thrashed, and in other words, just plain burned out. I'll be back to reëngage with you whenever I recover. Meanwhile, I'll keep scratching together the header here for you each day.
BTW, you're all doing a wonderful job in my absence!
Owen, God bless. We only miss your sterling poetry and hope for your full recovery.
WC
I left the newspaper that I'd done my weeks solving behind. I could get scratch out the four J's but I needed OMK and OKL to get a head start on the riddle.
WC
So glad to have you check in with us this morning, Owen. We've missed you, and we wish you well with all our hearts.
I have a busy day with friends coming for lunch to have us celebrate my sweet Rowland, whom we lost five years ago today. So I had time to do only the Jumble this morning, but I got it! And I got all four (slightly tricky) words without any effort, and the solution without any effort. Woohoo! Looked forward to Ol'Man Keith's fun punning and glossing, and there it was--not a spoonerism, but a delightful rhyme. Many thanks, Ol'Man Keith, and look forward to your poem, Wilbur, and to Sandy's sweet commentary.
Celebrate your life's love Misty. Rowland will be looking down and smiling.
WC
Owen, SO glad to hear from you. Sure, you take it as easy as you can and get back to poetizing whenever.
This jumble was not so easy for me. The clues were, but I got fixated on "hard" for The first word of the solution and it went downhill from there. Some days I have more energy and determination than others.
It is a punny pun.
I promised the CC crowd some more Saxon so..
After leaving the Thane- chiding at Prince John's banquet
Cedric and Athelstane, in their hurry gave no thought to bandits.
But Sir Brian and DeBracy saw easy Gilt in Saxon and serf
And would waylay the train and engage the aid of Front de Boeuf.
In the thrashing about, the wily Wamba slipped silently away
And in the confusion rescued Gurth and were off with little delay.
Gurth, having met Locksley, was scratching his head
For the forest bands spare Saxons where Normans fear to tread
WC
WC, I must now read Ivanhoe, which I have been sort of meaning to do for umpty-ump years. Richard and John and Robin Hood all mushed up together.
See what you've done! Lol.
Good to hear from you, Owen, but wish you much better health! --Or at least some comfort as you recover.
Said Tim Termite, who was engaged to Lily Louse,
"Don't chide me, Dearie, for wooden breath.
Since we moved into this house,
Our sex life has been crushed to death.
In your insatiable lust for people blood,
You've no time at all for my love!"
Ms. Louse replied, "Now see here, Bud,
All you ever do is thrash & shove
Your way past me to reach a post
Or a tasty beam to gnaw on.
You're just not cozy like my human host.
And your arms, while fine to saw on
A joist or shingle, are hardly
A pleasure to hug."
Tim scratched his head, Then looked up smartly,
"I guess we're no longer snug
As bugs in a rug."
So they called the whole thing off.
~ OMK
Misty, I wish you a day filled with happy memories, as you celebrate the life of the love of your life.
Blessings.
~ OMK
Wow, OMK, that termite poem has Owen written all over it. I mentioned that Owen's prescience seems to be everywhere, especially at CC where Saxon King was mentioned and Rue Morgue followed Poe.
Misty's day didn't need that xword. So much depended on knowing a few things.
WC
What wonderful poems, Wilbur and Ol'Man Keith--a total treat--thank you both so much. And thank you for your sweet and kind comments about my simple Rowland memorial with friends today. It was a blessing.
Thank you, Wilbur ~ I take that as a compliment. Not to attempt your abundance of poetry, I can only try as the spirit moves me.
I agree regarding Owen's presence. You may recall my last ditty on Thursday, in which I opined that we may not need be calling him so much, as we are now his heirs, his "children" and, in a special sense, "him."
And thanks, Misty ~ Glad your remembrance went well.
~ OMK
Misty, are you going to take a crack at the xword for today, Saturday? I'm sure you know Livingston and Lionel but not necessarily the Barcelona Star. Not to speak of that Thurible thingy.
Again, there's plenty of gettable perps provided to guess the long Jill's.
Good luck
WC
Folks. Preview still not working for Android. Probably a routine that's not in the compile list.
WC
Rats. FILL!!!!
Wilbur, because I had such a busy day with friends coming to my Rowland memorial lunch, I never did the crossword puzzle. So your question didn't mean anything to me, until I looked up "Barcelona Star" and found it was a sports figure who makes about $80 million or so, named Lionel Messi. Is that right? But I can't figure out what that has to do with your delightful poem. Sorry not to be better equipped today.
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