| || wager, chess, stormy, tycoon, "sew" (the) story goes.
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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.
It was a dark and stormy night,
ReplyDeleteOr so the story goes,
But I'd wager that the tale to write,
'Twas where a light-bulb glows.
The author moves the sets around
Like a chess-board pawn;
Orchestrates the thunder's sound
And calls the sun to dawn.
Mightier than the richest tycoon,
To micro-manage he contrives.
Scraps of dialogues are strewn,
He sews them into lives.
Muw-ha-ha-ha!
Welcome back Owen. Great stuff here and at CC.
ReplyDeleteI had trouble with the sixes, did the XW and came back and finished. Getting the five letter riddle-solution gave the pun away.
My only chance at poetry over the weekend was 1:30 this morning. Zzzz
WC
Lovely poem, Owen; I always wonder at the creativity of fiction writers. And poets like you as well.
ReplyDeleteWilbur, I too had to think a bit on the six-letter clues for this jumble, and reorganized the letters to get them. But the cute and clever punny solution came easily once all its letters were there.
Wonderful to have you back, Owen, and I loved the way you worked all the Jumble words and solution into your fun poem. And how nice to have you check in early with us, Wilbur. Always look forward to your poems. Hi, Sandy, nice to hear from you too. But where's Ol'Man Keith--our often early greeter. Without him, gee, no glory shows at the crack of day.
ReplyDeleteFell asleep early last night. It felt good.
ReplyDeleteGood to see your signature medium at the start today, Owen, and with a fun, what-the-hey poem!
The Jumble reminds me of how our good olde glory glows in many a mythic rendition of revolutionary war days.
Ah, for such simple mind-sets!
~ OMK
Heheh.
ReplyDeleteLooks like you beat me to the same idea, Misty!
Good on ya, gal!
~ OMK
Since you've joined the game, Misty, you can see how tricky it is to come up with a winning rhyme.
ReplyDeleteThis time a Spoonerism was too elusive. The main words, "Story" and "Goes" yield only "gory stows," hardly a promising combo.
But "Glory" seems a good choice--for an original Jumble dealing with our flag.
You added "shows" and I went for "glows," both reasonable choices.
Neither of us found a way to include the free-floater "the." We needed a first word, rhyming with "sew," to require the "the."
I've been mulling, and I think I got it.
("By George, he's got it!")
How about...?
"Ho! (the) glory grows!"
~ OMK
Guess I'll get into the game. When the horror movie tycoon was chided about how much blood and guts he literally packed into his movies, he non-nonchalantly shrugged it off. "So, the gory stows."
ReplyDeleteNot bad. I hate to be picky (!) but you'll certainly have noted that this was already considered & rejected.
ReplyDeletePartly because it seems unseemly to reduce a flag Jumble to such a negative medium.
But then we have the extra question of echoing the first word. "So" is technically different through spelling from "Sew," but isn't "Sew" the cleverer homonym?
Let's try to equal or outdo the Jumble.
I know it may seem a weak argument--just because it took time to come up with it--but I believe "Ho!" is an interjection more in context with the optimistic tone of "(the) glory grows!" --and therefore the (presumptive) winner.
But I can be outvoted.
~ OMK
Brilliant, Ol'Man Keith, brilliant!
ReplyDeleteWell, 'gory' does seem a bit sad for a Betsy Ross flag Jumble, but, hey, I'm so happy to see you back, Owen, you can come up with anything you like and I'll still give it a stormy welcome.
On 2nd thought, please disregard the above.
ReplyDeleteMy apologies. Sinerely.
This is an open game, and I welcome Father Owen to it. He gave context to the Spoonerism.
This is for fun, and we needn't be picking winners or losers.
EVERYONE can be a winner.
(Well... except maybe if your name starts with "T" & ends in "rump.")
~ OMK
But thank you, Misty!
ReplyDelete~ OMK
I agree, Ol'Man Keith. It would be much better to bump or to dump or to grump or to hump (apology for that one), or to jump or to clump, or to lump, or to pump, or to stump or to--well, that's enough. Hope these dumb words don't make me a chump.
ReplyDeleteCan I say better late than never? The party at Cedric's castle resumes. From Sundays 4* and 6*:
ReplyDeletestung, youth, likely, duplex, tied up (in) knots.
divide, septum, inform, attain, canyon, haggle, reigning champion.
Talk of the coming tournament kept the revelers occupied
Especially, who'd reign as champion: Norman or Saxon side
Sir Brian was the likely choice a hero despite his youth
That he'd attained glory and fame was the undisputed truth
But past glory telling was dispelled by the humble Palmer's tale
Of one of King Richard's knights who caused him an epic fail
This stung the haughty Templar and caused his septum to be displaced
By memories of the lists that day and how he'd been disgraced
But then Rowena asked "Inform me of the name
Of this knight and how he attained such fame "
Sir Brian was all tied up in knots, due to being perplexed
Much to the mirth of the rascal Wamba seeing him so vexed
Then Cedric chimed in "Lets not haggle in my hall
Though divided on the morrow today we're one for all"
As the crusaders were united in the canyons of the East"
"Drink and be merry" said the Abbott Aylmer, enjoy the feast"
But then before the minstrel could play for the ladies to dance
The Steward appeared: "A traveler desires an entrance"
WC
You surely worked them all in, Wilbur. And made a story that I could follow! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnd to keep current with today's J-words:
ReplyDeleteThe traveler seeking shelter on such a stormy night
Was Isaac of York, of the race considered a blight
Because they were forever the Christians foes
Killed the Savior, they did, or so the story goes
[Said the Abbott]
"I'll wager this Jew is a proud and rich tycoon"
[Responded Cedric]
"Nevertheless, I'll not refuse shelter from the typhoon"
But nary the humblest of Cedric's guests would share a place
For all shunned poor Isaac, he of the despised race.
But the chess game drew to a close at the Palmer's beckoning
"Come, take my corner, though your pride will be your reckoning".
WC
Well I hope Misty and Sandy check this late night versifying. Let me know tomorrow if you've seen it . OMK always stays current.
ReplyDeleteSome tough words to include in a mediaval tale.
Thanks Sandy. This will be a long tale.
ReplyDeleteI like today's installment even more. Really looking forward to future continuations.
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