| || gummy, impel, shrink, salary, making a mess.
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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.
RAB BIT
ReplyDeleteRA BBIT
Oooh, dat Wascally Wabbit!
RABB IT
The pay cut impelled me to challenge my boss.
“This salary slash puts me at a terrible loss.
I'm shaking w/ stress. What a gummy depression.
I can’t even afford my Friday shrink session.”
~ OMK
This was a jumble where the solution jumped out at me immediately, and then I unscrambled the clues anyway. Pretty cute idea.
ReplyDeleteI had solved the entire week of xwords and J's but realized late last night I'd skipped the Jumble.
ReplyDeleteBut it went quickly.
Sandy, I finally got Thursdays Ivanhoe posted last night. And re....
Thank you OMK and Misty for the kudos. Yes, as Misty said it's not easy. I wrote the narrative on paper , finally came to melodious and started filling the J's.
I wish I could feature Wamba's dialogue more because it's one of the highlights of Scott's epic.
WC
I'll try to combine Fri and Saturday later.
Yes, I just read that last poem, Wilbur. Really exciting story. The next part should be even more so, as he escapes, yes?
ReplyDeleteYep, I think we agree on this one, Sandy,. It is pretty cute.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine it as a vintage Abbott & Costello title.
No, no, Wilbur, thank you! I'm actually thinking of reading the damn book--thanks entirely to your verses AND of course the running commentaries.
I normally jot my posts on the NOTES app before copying to the Jumble blog. This one I started OMK writing directly on the blog, highly unusual because I learned the hard way, if I pause to look something up, the draft can be erased while I am "elsewhere."
(I'd like to check NOW whether "Abbott" has one or two "t"s, but I dasn't!)
~ OMK
Now why on earth did the app insert my OMK between "started" and "writing"?!
ReplyDeleteAaarggh.
"Easy Jumble, Tough Verse"
ReplyDeleteThis Jumble was making a mess
Of my efforts to try to guess
Clues that would impel
Words easy to spell.
So tough, I began to think
I might have to visit a shrink.
But instead I pleased my tummy
With some candy yummy and gummy.
Okay, I indulged in some calorie,
But at least with no dent to my salary.
(Hey, I'm no poet, and I know it)
A shrink?
ReplyDeleteNo, no.
You mustn’t think
to go
that route.
One shot of whiskey
up the ol’ snoot
will help our Misty
(as it does many lasses)
in faster time
than several small glasses
of fine
wine.
(And it helps you rhyme.)
~ OMK
Before the berobed Cedric could get a fix on an exit
ReplyDeleteHe was beseeched by a soft voice sweet but desperate.
Rebecca through the good graces of Ulrica the hag.
Was ministering to the wounded with her medicine bag.
"The orbit of my mission here was to shrive a poor
Prisoner. Show me the way to yonder postern door".
But the ugly shrew, Ulrica, with unexpected agility
Shooed away the Jewess without an ounce of civility.
The witch beseeched the faux friar in an excited tone
To join her in a flagon of wine. Cedric accepted with a groan.
"I'm a noble Saxon, in the orbit of my younger day
I was daughter to the Thane of Torquilstone and held sway
My commands were obeyed by squire Franklin and serf
Until the castle was stormed and all killed by Front de Boeuf
I was impelled to be his whore under the terror of duress
Until age and disfigurement made me this gummy mess.
The Saxons that remain are mere slavish unsalaried churls
Forced to do the bidding at the whim of this would be Earl.
WC
Spoiler alert. The next comment has Thursday and Friday J's and riddle-solutions
ReplyDeleteAgile, Orbit, Excite,Soften;Get a fix in it
ReplyDeleteGummy, Impel,Shrink,Salary;Making a mess
Er... "on it," Wilbur
ReplyDeleteDear Keith, I'll opine
ReplyDeleteThat a glass of red wine
Is far less risky
Than a slug of your whiskey.
Now, Wilbur, your myth
Is a gift without rift.
Complex and exciting
With peace and with fighting,
Gave me joy and much play
On a bleak Saturday.
So to Wilbur and Keith,
My thanks I bequeath.
You are both worth a boast,
And I'll drink you a toast.
Interesting, how we pick our rhymes. A sort of word association, eh?
ReplyDeleteI go with Misty's name for "whiskey," and I thought of "wispy" too--words that suggest a fogginess, a mood of smoke or swirls of dewy drifts.
Mine aren't perfect rhymes, but "risky" is. Of course "risky" connects danger with alcohol, whereas my choices are suggestive of a dizzy moodiness.
Interesting.
~ OMK
OMK, I had to LIU exegesis (Exa-jeesus).
ReplyDeleteI once got into a book by Norman Golb. That led me to Eisenemann, Thiering and an ex Irish Monk, John Dominic Crossan. They are all exegetes.
Crossan illustrated a point by referring to an article on the beaning of Tony Conigliaro in 1967. Talk about "I went to church and a baseball game broke out.*
And that led me a very interesting path ending in a casual conversation with a friend who was selling popcorn in the stands and gave first hand information about Tony hitting his head going after a ball near the stands.
WC
*The original quote: I went to a prize fight and a hockey game broke out.
On another subject, do we have any idea whatever happened to Owen. I really miss him, and in the past, he always turned up after a bit of an absence. Is there any way we can find out--maybe asking C.C.? We can let him know that we're happy with whatever he is doing or wants to do, we just want to let him know that we're thinking of him.
ReplyDeleteI too worry. But Owen is still putting up the daily jumble and then later posting the answers. So that's something. I just wonder if he feels a lesser sense of urgency to write poems because posters are filling in so diligently. Hope that's it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sandy. If he's still posting things then he must be all right--so that's a relief. Glad to hear that.
ReplyDeleteM. ~ I guess "risky" is a natural follow-up to "frisky," another perfect rhyme...
ReplyDelete~ OMK