| || third, bless, squawk, colder, brush strokes.
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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.
7 comments:
The first time I heard it, twas just a lonely squawk,
Coming from some bushes as I took a walk.
The second time I heard it, on the following day,
It sounded like a mayday, but from far away.
The third time I heard it, as I was returning,
Evening growing colder, thinking of my fire burning,
I determined to investigate this plaintive sound.
And imagine my surprise at what there I found!
There in the brush it lay, well bless my soul!
Waiting to be stroked, then snuggled in its hole.
Its power nearly gone, but still gamely squawking,
A beeping ball such as blind folks use for golfing!
Owen ~ Brilliant. And appropriate to today's cartoon.
Wilbur ~ FLN: Your late evening verses were worth the wait. Many clever phrases gave me great grins.
I guess my fave was what became of the Templar's displaced septum--presumably neatly out of joint?
You choose your words with a lively passion,
At times in a style quite Ogden Nashion.
Misty ~ FLN: No need to apologize for "hump"--or ANY of the words that could be applied to our Dear Leader.
Only 119 days to Election Day 2020.
Today's solution:
A bunch of the lads were talking of retiring one day to homes along St. Andrews Golf Course.
All I can say is they'll need to be pretty flush blokes to live up to that dream.
~ OMK
I echo your praise of Owen's brilliant strokes of the pen this morning. The last line was a tour de force. Imagination is truly a gift.
I heard today on one of my son's (Phillip) off grid webcasts that the millennials (among the many things) are ruining golf. No details but crowd of Boomers that were so passionate in the 80s and 90s may have spent their wad.
I myself drifted away from the game for which I suffered the onset of a heart attack but still labored through another nine holes.
The full attack came a few weeks later brought about by scything on a hot July day. I had thought it was hypoglycemia.
If Owen's walker had heard the beep in a pond it might have been a cell phone in a waterproof pocket of a bag of clubs. Hurled in after one too many rushed strokes
One guy returned, fished out his bag, grabbed his car keys and threw the bag back in the pond. True story or so my friend attests.
#4 wasn't 'record' as my missing letters revealed after solving the riddle.
WC
Issac wishing to retire early said "If I may be do bold"
The Steward interrupted with a voice more than just cold
"Jewish swine, if what you want are a nights digs,
I don't want to hear a squawk, you're next to the pigs"
To the Palmer [he said] "Bless you pilgrim I have something fine
The Palmer responded, "Thanks but I'll bed next to the swine"
Also nearby, occupying the third berth
Was the our friend, the surly Gurth
But when the Palmer whispered words into his ear
Gurth was beaming broadly, as happy as could be
"I need your help in the morning, Gurth, there's much to fear
A brush with death from saracen strokes, we must early flee"
WC
Well, I loved this morning's Jumble, and got all four words, but the solution puzzled me because it repeated one of the words in the young woman's comments. Solutions don't repeat words from cartoons, do they?
So came to the blog and read Owen's delightful poem, and the light dawned on me. Oh, BRUSH--not the cartoon word. And then Ol'Man Keith's fun gloss confirmed it even more. So, thank you both, for helping solve my silly Jumble problem this morning.
Wilbur, I went back and am so glad I saw your Isaac poem from yesterday. Helped me follow the narrative of his interesting story today, and can't wait to see what happens tomorrow!
Ol'Man Keith, thank you for suggesting I don't need to apologize for using an unkind word for a rotten leader. I'll keep that in mind.
I just saw a clever use of my "Woohoo!" by a smart and talented contributor to the Crossword blog. Woohoo! It looks like my favorite expression is spreading--Woohoo!
Oh, btw, I recall Fangs, the herd dog, sniffing out his old master but my Gutenberg source didn't have that scene. Could that be the movie scene?
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