| grief, pilot, junior, omelet, uplifting. |
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| accord, utopia, throat, fungus, oblige, assign, gaining a foothold.
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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.
13 comments:
J4 Solution?
The classic "shell game" calls for a dealer to ask if a volunteer can spot which of three shells (often cups) under which he has placed a small ball. He then moves the three quickly around a table top before asking which one holds the ball. The game requires a degree of cup-shifting skill.
~ OMK
And the J6 solution...
At Knott's Berry Farm, one of the treats for my kids was the chance to pan for gold. Dipping a plate into the sediment in a stream of water, they could slosh it around until the heavier residue of gold would be all that was left in the "pan."
I believe some imitating theme parks have been known to lace their streams with iron pyrite, so customers are only draining fool's gold.
~ OMK
His mom managed to serve him a hearty meal--
a 4-egg omelet with bacon, a muffin, and juice--
and she kept up a happy patter, all to conceal
her grief, for she feared for him. Was it any use
hiding her terror? Wouldn't it show? No?
Today was her junior pilot's turn to "solo."
~ OMK
In Utopia we'll be of one accord,
our throats all cheering the end of war,
happy we've conquered all fungal disease,
all allergies too--and seen the end of fleas.
Our duty as citizens will only oblige
us to take jobs essential to keep us alive.
To be assigned a job is a sign we're blessed,
for Big Brother surely knows what's best.
~ OMK
"Refraining Complaining"
I wish I could afford a car like the Accord.
But my miserable myopia makes my life no great utopia.
I often have pain in my throat which make it hard to quote.
And our damp back yard has brung us a surprising amount of fungus.
So good wishes I will assign to whoever is able to rhyme
A word to oblige our best time.
But my poetry gets no gold because it's gained no foothold.
Ol'Man Keith, I just read your LA Times Jumble poem, and it totally delighted me and cracked me up. How neat that you gave all the words such a positive narrative, while I ended up choosing a pretty negative one. But my favorite moment in your poem was assigning assign and a sign in the same line. Anyway, what a neat treat--any thanks.
Ah, but it has a foothold with me!
--a toehold, a heelhold, and an archway to boot.
I like your style, Mistress Misty;
you deserve a brava, a Cheers! and a hearty good hoot!
Anyone who chimes "brung us" and "fungus"
unfurls the Poet Lariat among us!
~ OMK
The last couplet:
Whoever can wrangle "brung us" with "fungus"
hurls & swirls the Poet Lariat among us.
Love your brung us fungus couplet, Ol'Man Keith--a delight. But should I be honored or embarrassed to be assigned a poet lariat? I try to avoid roping anyone or anything--especially not poets.
Please consider it an honor.
No, you don't lasso poets; you are the poet using your metaphorical noose to save your verse.
I think of it as an acknowledgement that you faced a problem we all must face--how to rhyme a tricky word--and you dealt with it by reaching out, stretching beyond probability, and yanking back hard on an option that would not occur to the average mortal.
~ OMK
I'm finally here. Solving the 6*6 was slow going. UTOPIA was particularly tough. The riddle-solution not so.
I only see the 4*4 when I get here. I tried to do it in my head but omelet (another O word) fooled me. Plus I had GRIFT despite there being no T .
No time for the continuing adventures of Ivanhoe.
Poetry was cool today. You're both very talented.
WC
Good to see your post, Wilbur, old man!
I was beginning to think we'd lost our pals, our few club members. I wondered if that minor dust-up yesterday mightn't have scared everybody off.
We are eager to follow more installments of Ivanhoe when you can make time for it.
Since I began posting some verses, I get how important it is for you to know you have a receptive audience. I hope we can be good "receivers" of each other's output.
It brings to mind what I used to tell all my theater students. No matter how brilliant your work is, you must have a bright audience. Without a reactive audience, everything is... rehearsal.
~ OMK
Wilbur, I too was looking forward to your poems, and will look for them tomorrow. And, please, Owen--check back in with us--we miss you!
Have a good week coming up, everybody.
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