| || mince, style, spiral, canopy, in many respects.
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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.
FLN, I posted another chapter in the Ivanhoe saga late
ReplyDeleteI couldn't get the riddle-solution. Even getting the second word. I needed to guess the first, eliminate the six letters and work on the remaining eight.
ReplyDeleteYesterday was our Marine Corps birthday. 1975. Don't you like the name: Presley O'Bannon?
WC
"Respect the Recipe"
ReplyDeleteUnder the festive canopy of the British Baking Show
the contestants offered their different styles
of the fine & fabulous--but tricky--Swiss Roll.
They minced their fruits into tiny neat piles
while their sponge cakes baked till "just right,"
then they rolled the colorful fillings into spirals,
taking care to keep them even and tight.
These rolls were the bakers' initial trials.
I could swear I saw a fly folded in a figgy purée.
What a surprise for somebody's "arft'noon tay"!
~ OMK
"Epidemic"
ReplyDeleteWe really shouldn't mince
how the Corona makes us wince,
a disease with a certain style
that's been here for a while.
Yes, it certainly has gone viral
and continues to spiral and spiral.
We need a safe canopy,
or wish we could ban it to sea,
but it remains so canny
that solutions are not many.
If someone could a cure detect
they would earn our warmest respect.
I don't care for today's solution at all. They're milking the key word beyond its capacity--with neither humor nor poetry to be had.
ReplyDeleteFLN, Wilbur~ Thanks for last night's late stanza. Nicely wrought!
Might Malvoisin's slogan not be "Make the Past Grand Again"?
~ OMK
FLN:
ReplyDeleteAh yes, Wilbur, if we could rely on the good sense of those with power and not have to coax them like small children!
Well, not really referring to
Malvoisin and Sir Brian.
ReplyDeleteA timely poem, Misty. Maybe it could be called an anti-Ode.
ReplyDeleteCould it really be that Pfizer is providing us with the "safe canopy" of our prayers?
~ OMK
Loved your Baking Show verse, Ol' Man Keith, and thank you for the kind words about mine. Poetry gets us both off to a good day, doesn't it?
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ReplyDeleteBeaumanoir and his flunky, Mont-Fichet, are talking.
ReplyDelete"The witch must burn!". The Preceptor was wont to mince
Words. "But sire, responded Mont-Fichet, there must be evidence.
We must respect the Law for many will ask
'What style of men are these and take us to task'.
If things spiral out of control we are surely lost.
The canopy of justice must be observed at any cost".
WC
Wilbur, you manage to be so current. Yes, there must be evidence!!!
ReplyDeleteIf the response is nothing like their modern counterparts, Beaumanoir must surely snap,
ReplyDelete"Evidence, Shmevidence! In this day of fake news,
no proofs can be had! They offer no views
to our peepers. The press and town cryers
are part of deep state; they claim we are liars
and deny us a hearing. So we must presume
they're hiding her guilt. That seals her doom!"
~ OMK
Erratum:
ReplyDeleteNothing = anything
Damn autocorrect...
Here's Thursdays action at the Preceptory. I'll repost when comments are available. You can try to guess the J's
ReplyDeleteThe fate of his lovely Rebecca was weighing on his mind.
"There must be some glitch", thought Sir Brian, "to unbind
The shackles of this farce of a Templar trial."
As he pondered, the minions of the master were all the while
Gathering witnesses as one harvests the wheat
Mont-Fichet's men would go to any lengths to avoid defeat
WC
My goodness, more wonderful poetry, Wilbur and Keith--thank you so much!
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