| || wound, hoist, basket, salary, she was sunk.
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"No raise?", She whined, I'll see about that
As First Mate it's my work that made him fat"
So she trapped the Skipper in the ship's basket.
She would send him up the yardarm trapped in a net
"My salary is not enough, I'm wounded to the corps."
"Wait 'til he sees what good ol' Sally has in store".
But she was sunk. Entangled in the yard
Poor Sally blundered and was hoist by her own petard.
WC
Sheba's Junk(et)
I watched as the hound
leapt off with a bound
down
the path where she wound
'round
the old willow tree.
I stared from the gallery
& would've given my salary
(plus a tisket & a tasket
& a green & yellow basket)
if she could've gone through the yard
being tarred.
But it was barred,
and its petard
was, of course,
Hoist.
~ OMK
My fave line of yours, Wilbur,
the like of which I adore,
is how your exec officer
was "wounded to the corps"...
(Talk about ego ~
Just watch how she go!)
~ OMK
Just testing to see if my message will post on Jumble now. I tried posting a message on the Crossword blog and it didn't work, then tried Jumble and it didn't either. Got some tech help, so will keep my fingers crossed that it works this time.
Welcome, Misty
Or welcome back, I guess I should say,
as you have been trying before & finally made it through.
I wonder why you've been experiencing an on-again-off-again problem with your access...
Errata!
(Things can ALWAYS be better.)
My 1st poem should be in three stanzas, not two. Insert a line break after line 12.
My 2nd (to Wilbur) should change the last line to read:
"Just lookit how she go!"
~ OMK
"Words words words"
Does that first word really sound
like a rope that is being wound?
Or is it more musically tuned
to sound like the sadder word 'wound'?
No problem with the word hoist
because it sounds just like that joist
we installed in our attic; a gasket
will keep it as dry as a basket
so it never becomes very moist.
Time for lunch--a raise in my salary
means a feast high in taste and in calorie.
But I must not get drunk
Or I could end up sunk.
So, I'm on my way,
And wish you all a good day.
Ad Astra
Misty, another delightful poem!
Stanza 2 brought it all home.
Your AABBA scheme phoned with 5 bars.
On that note, you reached for the stars!
(I should talk, foolin' with that final non-rhymer.)
~ OMK
Many thanks for the kind words, Ol'Man Keith. But compared to your and Wilbur's wonderful offerings this morning, it's pretty lame, I'm afraid. But given all my posting problems this morning, I still happy that something worked.
OMK, I made an unintentional pun on "corps" vs "core". With all the senior citizens in both blogs I chuckle at all the mental lapses.
No matter SMAUG was so quickly forgotten.
We had a long discussion on "Petard" at CC awhile back. I still recall being introduced to the phrase from a picture of a sailor being hung when raising a Pennant which I took to be said PETARD.
WC
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