| || troll, bench, igauna, eatery, bear to (the) right.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
8 comments:
Wow, when I first got here a few minutes ago, the Feb 4 jumble was still up, and I worried that you were sick, Owen. But here it is now, Feb 5, and what a relief!
Anyway, solved on the Chicago Trib site, with some trouble on the 6-letter clues, but the solution came pretty easily. Quite a groaner, though, and I'd say a C+/B--.
Really like your colors on the cartoon.
I don't believe I have ever seen a road sign corresponding to this solution.
I In my experience, the direction usually begins with the word, "Keep."
~ OMK
"A Rarebit?"
In the hall of the great evil Troll King
the Welshman took a shine to his daughter.
He waited on a bench & didn't say a thing
unaware that she eyed him for slaughter.
Among the reptiles that peopled the court,
iguanas and geckos sat about.
This was their eatery, they thought it good sport
to vie for any bits the trolls might throw out.
~ OMK
I believe my title offers the hint of a Spoonerism on the solution.
Don't you?
~ OMK
"Animal Lover"
Tim was a very kind mensch,
and attorney on the bench.
He loved animals and would troll
wildlife along the knoll,
where he'd feed every foal and mole.
He also tended iguanas
and fed them ripe bananas.
His truck was an animal eatery,
yes, Tim was a generous feeder, he.
He was out at the dawn of the light
to tend to a bear on the right.
His charity was so hearty
the animals threw him a party:
they barked and they howled and cheered him,
or so thought Tim, when they neared him.
Loved your poem today, Misty. You remind us of an earlier, older, nicer meaning for "troll."
The internet has got most of us thinking it can only have a negative resonance. My connection comes from the music I was listening to yesterday (Edvard Grieg's Peer Gynt suite, and its reference to mythic Scandinavian monsters), but you take us further back to the verb for "searching an area," in this case for feral creatures to be nourished.
Tim is indeed a generous sort, and it was neat to read how the animals gathered to thank him--
or "so thought Tim," a clever reminder that we may read into animal behavior... whatever we may like.
(They never correct us.)
~ OMK
Your "rarebit" poem was also a total delight, Ol' Man Keith, though I hope the Welshman was okay. So, I have to ask again--never mind, I decided to look up "spoonerism" myself--transposition of first and last letters in a word. Okay, so "bear to the right" becomes "Rarebit"! Woohoo! I think I got it! Woohoo!
Yep. Right on.
Just a "hint of a Spoonerism," of course, because I rolled the consonants into a single word's syllables, not the separate words of the original.
But I really liked how it worked in relation to the content of the verse.
That is when I changed my guy into a Welshman. He was originally "Peer Gynt" himself. But then I changed him to a nameless "traveler" to avoid Ibsen's plot line. I finally went for a "Welshman" to be more suggestive of what his fate might be--as the source of the "bits," the (ahem) leftovers for which the lizards might vie.
Ain't poetry grand?
~ OMK
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