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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.
Got the solution with no problem, because of all the letter repetition, but I couldn't believe it was right. So yes, went to jumble answers to verify it, and, OMG, that really was it! So silly.
ReplyDelete"Woof Woof Hoot Hoot Chuff Chuff ..."
ReplyDeleteDoc Anne E. Mull cured all creatures.
No matter their outward features,
furry, finned, or feathered,
she made sure they weathered
the worst.
But first,
the skinny were built up, the flabby put on a diet.
Her staff kept them happy, calm--and Anne E. Mull house "quiet."
~ OMK
Body shaming is a thing these days,
ReplyDeleteMake folks feel bad in various ways.
Calling people like me "flabby"
Is a way to turn us crabby!
If a miss has bushy eyebrows
She's "furry", say the catty meows!
Men are expected to be perfectly buff,
And women as sleek as a bit of fluff!
At one "fat farm", it may unfold,
The staff are sadist, I've been told!
Their charges climb cliffs to make them tough.
The top is known as the Buff-man's Bluff!
Anne E. Mull house? *Groan*
ReplyDeleteI have a 10:00am Emeriti meeting this morning, so had to scramble to come up with a poem. The result is one of my worst ones ever--apologies.
ReplyDelete"Kitty Pity"
Sam's job on a pet shelter staff
often made him enjoy and laugh.
But these sweet little critters, so furry,
also caused him occasional worry.
He especially liked a new tabby,
a cat that was pudgy and flabby.
But a problem began to unfold
when it seemed that the pet would be sold.
That moment was just too tough
and Sam thought it through enough
to buy her, and name her "Buff."
Buff still spends her days at the shelter
where she likes to helter and skelter.
But at night she's at home with Sam,
loved and cherished like a lamb.
Misty ~
ReplyDeleteI’m still reeling from the glorious treat
of happiness in the wake of my feat:
having achieved some success of my own
in eliciting Owen’s rare “Groan.”
But your poem sobers me up
for it warrants its own trophy cup!
There’s just one thing that caused me some thought--
Why was Sam so slow to adopt?
Could it be in these days so unsound
he might catch something going around
from a cat he personally reared?
Maybe he reasonably feared
that, as a member of the staff, affection
might lead to a "staph" infection?
~ OMK
Thank you, Owen, for the proper recognition of my early morning effort.
ReplyDeleteI think I do not do myself--or YOU, good sir--a disservice by acknowledging that my tribute to the dear Dr. Mull was appropriately awarded the honor you bestowed!
Your stanzas today, BTW, show the genius we have come to expect from your pen (or KB?), and I am sure I speak for all readers in saying you always merit MORE than whatever praises you choose to grant to US.
~ OMK
Wow! Wow! Amazing poems this morning, Own, and OMK! All the Jumble words and solution were there, except I had trouble finding "unfold." Who cares, your stories were still solid gold!
ReplyDeleteBut, speaking of gold,
"Doc Ann E, Mull"
has a gorgeous soul
and did all my joy unfold.
Bang! Ya got me, Misty!
ReplyDelete"Unfold" was lost in the creative process.
I had a line in an early draft about how the Good Doctor made sure the creatures "weathered the worst / as their symptoms unfolded."
But it was sacrificed to the twin demands of rhythm and rhyme.
I think I tried to compensate in the poem's title, as each variation on "Buff Buff" unfolded to reveal the next animal cry...
But I am delighted in your odic tribute to Anne E. Mull, DVM, that she caused your joy to reveal its plackets.
~ OMK
ReplyDeleteThe principal lunch at Doc Mulls was reserved for a special few
Haute cuisine for her furry friends often lasted til two
The staff were housed in tents, the dolphins out in the cold
Impatient and hungry waiting for things to unfold.
Finally when the flabby few finally disbursed
The call was heard" "Lunch is served
for...'All in tents and porpoises'"
WC
Wonderful rhyme, Wilbur, with almost all the Jumble Words! Buff! Buff!
ReplyDeleteVery funny, Wilbur! Loved the ending...
ReplyDelete~ OMK