| || grime, hutch, walrus, soothe, were through.
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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.
The Walrus and the Carpenter were talking of the sand,
ReplyDeleteHow dirt and grime flowed to the sea from off the land.
"The beach is pristine white", the Carpenter declared.
The Walrus said, "Scrubbed by sea salt, the grains are bared!"
They came upon a rabbit hutch, white rabbit nest inside,
Said Carpenter, "Their pure white coats must give them pride!"
Walrus, to dispute the claim, said, "No, tis rainbow robes
That now-a-days show pride, to all but homophobes!"
The ocean waves made soothing sounds as they strode
Along the beach to the hut wherein they made abode.
A hurricane had been through, and they had been through it,
But now their walks were through, so they rested for a bit.
Re-posted from last night...
ReplyDeleteFor the August 10 solution ~
In the fanciest of French kitchens, you may find two or three sous-chefs who do nothing but stir roux all day.
~ OMK
My thanks to Owen--and to Lewis Carroll--for opening the shop so wittily!
ReplyDeleteI had the ditty below sitting--in case:
"Aquarium Blues"
At last, in an effort to soothe the walruses' nerves,
they cleaned the terrible grime from the otters' hutch.
It seems the larger beasts, in sympathy
with their frisky pals, had taken to splashing up waves
to soak the patrons. Now that their home is decent,
the little guys seem happy, walruses calm,
and organized labor claims another palm.
~ OMK
My apologies. An explanation seems in order.
ReplyDeleteThe soliloquy above is from Shakespeare's lost comedy, Hutch (of Poo) About Nuzzling.
The speech occurs in act III, after it was discovered the two mis-matched breeds were too disgusted by the little fellows' accumulated feces to continue their clandestine snogging.
~ OMK
Aha, Owen, I knew you could work in a current issue! Not sure about the last two lines, but I find the rest absolutely "adorbs".
ReplyDeleteOMK, is your aquarium poem meant to have just the clues? They appear in double quick time for sure.
The jumble was easy, especially as I could tell immediately what the second solution word must be. Wanted the first word to be "came", but that was cleared up fast by the clues.
Just the clues, Sandy.
ReplyDelete"Just the facts, ma'am."
The solution was hinted in la cuisine du chef above.
~ OMK
"Morning Thanks"
ReplyDeleteOwen, I enjoyed your rhyme,
Clean as air, no trace of GRIME.
What a charming otter's HUTCH,
Keith, you too, thanks very much.
We need you, Wilbur, all of us,
To find a rhyme for that WALRUS.
And, Sandy, always love your views,
Make us happy, serve to SOOTHE.
So, my thanks to all of you
Helping us BEAR this morning THROUGH.
And thank you, Misty, for still paying your dues,
ReplyDeleteby rhyming the special words themselves, the clues!
You came as close as any one of us,
to the rhyme--and rhythm!--of the beastly wal-a-rus.
~ OMK
Ok Misty, OMK and Sandy here's more mediaval mayhem
ReplyDeleteSir Brian had absconded with Rebecca and had her astride
One of the Saracen's steeds. Athelstane could not abide
His affianced Rowena being stolen away and gave a shout:
"Desist begrimed Knight of darkness for let there be no doubt
That the lowest hutch in hell won't hide thee from my wrath"
But the Templar was mounted and intercepted him in his path
And a blow from Sir Brian was too much for that walrus
Athelstane, leaving the noble Saxon dazed and helpless.
Nothing could soothe Cedric's grief at the demise of his Saxon heir
For now his hopes were through. "Carry him away on a Bier".
WC
Thank you, Keith,
ReplyDeleteYou are very sweet.
Love your story poem, Wilbur, especially that walrus Athelstane. What a mental image!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sandy, Wilbur:
ReplyDeleteCalling Athelstane a walrus helps us picture the doughty, dull Saxon as an early version of Col. Blimp.
I see him now with bags under his watery eyes and a huge mustachio.
~ OMK
More Thanks
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wilbur,
And to you I confer
Along with Keith
A poetic wreath.
And dear Athelstane
I now proclaim,
Without any fuss,
Our best walrus.
Sandyanon, thanks for keeping us sane and down to earth with your kind and sensible and helpful comments. We need that more than the poetry on most days.
ReplyDeleteMisty, I don't think I've ever been called kind, but thanks.
ReplyDeleteHow about "one of a kind," Sandy?
ReplyDeleteIs that a better fit?
~ OMK
Sandy, I think of you as kind because when you voice your own opinion about something, you always do it in a way that will never hurt anyone's feelings or make anyone feel criticized. I've noticed this over time, and to me it's a real sign of your kindness.
ReplyDeleteOMK, just to let you know I bit re. Shakespeare's unpublished play. Methinks you've borrowed the bard's style nicely(Nicely)*.
ReplyDeleteSo, after 'splaining, perhaps you'll 'splaine the 'splaine
That reminds me, I was going to do something with Misty's Padre FLN
WC
It's late here but not so for you Cali's. I slept a few hours from 5-9 so I'm wide awake.
WC
* Guys and Dolls, everyone's favorite musical. Damon Runyon as I recall for the original. Oh to be born on 1900 and just miss WWI and grow up in those two decades and be too old in 1942-45. I think those folks really knew fun. And they had the Runyons etal to chronicle same. The smell of the newsprint, the roar of the comics.
WC
Ok, here's
ReplyDeleteThe Pious Larva Sermon
By the Anxious Deacon
Greetings my beloved parishioners
And especially, Misty, wishing her
Wonderful, woohoo days and nights
And that all of you avoid the blight
Of SIN.
For weren't we all once merely larvae
Grimy mush from which to carve a
Life that's sees us metamorph in spirit
Grow in wisdom, grow in wit
And drink not a bit
OF GIN
For the essence of growth of larva
Is to gain insight and see karma
Much like the bees in the hive
Who dream and strive[To avoid]
CHAGRIN
So beloved live in the truth
Avoid the rowdy and the uncouth
Be like the honey bee always keen
Perhaps you too can have the soul of a queen
WITHIN
Wilbur, what an incredible gift--to get this lovely poem from you which refers to me so explicitly. I can't begin to tell you how much this moved me, and I had to save it. So I've opened a new file on my computer with the title of "Poetry--mine and others," and I copied your poem and saved it in there so I will always have it. It is really a gentle and sweet gift--thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteMisty, you came up with the "Anxious Deacon" and the 'Sermon' on Larva. It was going through my mind and being in a state of insomnia decided to take a crack at it.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely to get a woohoo from you.
And Sandy....
If you can tell Wilbur that he's "nice" then you certainly can be called "kind". So perhaps we're both "kinda nice"*
WC
.* Some of the time
Ps, I just looked at the times of the posts. So, 30 minutes for "Anxious".
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