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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.
16 comments:
Wow, I thought that the jumble person just made that up about the Gulf Stream, but apparently the current is slowing, at an increasing pace, at least partially due to climate change. Boy, we are sure cooking our own goose, so to speak. Oh, the stupidity!
And the cupidity, Sandy. People don't want to exchange short term profits, practices that rake in corporate millions, for the long term health of the planet. You and I will get by. It's our grandkids that I worry about.
At least we are trying some climate measures, puny as they may be. We can't say we're even doing as much regarding our craziness over guns.
On to sillier matters:
A Tale of...
"Cur and Flea!"
A survey of fools & idiots shows
they want the liners in dunce caps
to provide warmth--Heaven knows!--
along with their full body wraps.
For, as everybody appreciates,
they always stick the Jack Horners
where the Santa Ana bombilates,
in the chilliest of corners.
Said corner's so friggin' cold
(this must be told)
Jack's dog's fleas have converted
from blood-suckers to fur-huggers,
trading shorthair
for longhair,
having left Ol' Spot deserted!
~ OMK
No eco-tourist could do it finer
Than a luxury cruise on an ocean liner!
Go up to Alaska yourself to survey
How climate change is ice-chipping away!
Green-Peace-ers rough it on ships
That are trawlers, not for touring trips.
Fine for youngsters, but you'd be a dunce
To take that over a nice warm bunk!
Eco-tourism to see the world's ecology
Can be an educational scene to see.
To observe the North Pacific Gyre
The current current the ocean needs to respire.
Bombilates? I had to look that one up. I love it! Much more evocative than "hum or buzz".
"Not Perfect"
Donna's boyfriend was a bit of a dunce,
but he brought her flowers and lunch.
His mistakes and flaws were minor,
and he worked on an ocean liner.
He invited her there on a survey,
a free ride with no costs to pay.
She slowly became quite charmed
by his kindness and his warmth.
So, currently they're engaged
with a wedding soon to be staged.
He may be a bit of a dunce
but she loves him a whole bunch.
Fln-2; that poem about the broken wrist was a true story. I broke the navicular bone in my wrist playing softball in deck shoes. I had the bugger on there for four months. Aaarrrggghhh
Oh, this Wilbur. Battery issue on my android.
WC
WC! ~ Thanks for the follow-up. Yes, I thought that piece was predicated on an actual experience. The intensity of language took us into your pain and Angst.
Hard to fake that.
You have my respect. I once had my hand in a sling for two weeks, hardly comparable to your predicament, but enough to give me an idea of your misery.
Owen ~ We have watched those ice walls "calving" close up and learned how much more rapidly they're going these days. [Sigh.] A sobering experience for sure.
I had to look up the N.P. Gyre, aka the "Garbage Pit." That reminded me of the recent extra insult we are adding to our oceans--the "monster waves" of discarded pandemic face masks and other PPE refuse that are ironically flooding out to sea.
In trying to stay salubrious and respectful of our fellow humans' health, we are giving new meaning to "unintended consequences."
Dear Misty ~ I reckon there's nothing quite so disarming--or convincing of true love--as a free cruise!
Obviously,
Donna's beau's devotion
was as deep as the ocean.
Worth far more than a bedding,
his sincerity was heading
to the obligatory wedding.
~ OMK
Owen, your eco-tourism verse this morning is wonderful--beautifully written, informative, insightful--I loved it!
Ol' Man Keith, I found your poem intriguing but have difficulty getting it. I looked up Jack Horner and he's a paleologist, I gather, but what does that have to do with his dog's fleas? Still, as I say, intriguing, and would love an explanation.
Wilbur, hope your wrist is all better again.
Misty ~ LOL! My Jack Horner pre-dates your Googled guy by a century or more.
Mine represents all the corner-sitting fools in the old nursery rhyme:
"Little Jack Horner
sat in a corner
eating his Christmas pie..."
You can look up the rest. I just used Jack as a stand-in for all fools, the guys who typically wore dunce caps.
Oh, and I gave him a dog, just so I could make up that silly rhyme for my title, as I had no other way to hint at today's solution. I could have been happy omitting my last stanza--except for needing something for that damned solution!
~ OMK
Lucky Dunce
Well, at least your Jack Horner didn't bombilate--
it was only a stupid plum pie that he ate.
And when they stuck him in corner
he did his best not to be a mourner.
Thank goodness, you didn't give him a bee
and made him content with a flea.
Oh wait, you gave him a dog--
well, that's better than a hog.
(okay, okay, I know it's the Santa Ana that bombilated)
Well, to be honest...
(or "transparent"; I believe that's the word of choice today)
the Santa Anas tend to "whoosh"out my way,
rather than "buzzzz" or "reverb,"
but who can resist a beautiful verb?
Hmmm.
Hard to imagine a hog with a bee
(versus a dog with a flea).
'Tain't any fun,
so it's just not done.
~ OMK
A different Jack and quasi but not totally fictitious
Poor Jackie, 14 years old still in 6th grade
"Arithmetic is not my thing, I'm afraid"
As the dunce of the classroom he had no peer
Any survey of the class put him back in the rear.
Never any warmth only hostility and frowns
Then out of nowhere, a new kid in town
Witch side would he line up on, which clique would he join?
"Currently I'm unattached, but feel free to tag along"
"Come down to my Cape house, my dad has a sloop"
From the nadir to the pinnacle in one fell swoop.
WC
WooHoo!
Yep, you bet, Wilbur! - you can run his popularity up the mast!
Another victory for the Deep Blue Sea!
I was reflecting recently, given my advancing years, whether I had any regrets, anything I wanted to do in this life but just "didn't get around to."
Like maybe learning to fly a plane (I once hoped my Air Force ROTC in college would lead to a military career landing fighters on carrier decks. But no such luck...)
But no, that wasn't it. Anyway, I spent some time parachuting out of planes, so that was close enough.
No, what I do regret is not learning to sail. I enjoyed some exciting trips on friends' small craft, one and two masts, and wish I had taken the time (and spent the $$) following up on my own.
Our family history boasts of some sailors. In fact, a Revolutionary War ancestor was apparently known as "Sailor Fowler."
My imagination is stirred by the thought of skillfully guiding a ship using only natural wind and ocean currents. And using my total body to hoist and trim rigging while breathing in the fresh sea-salted air.
I can well understand how your "Jackie" reached his classmates' hearts & minds with Dad's sloop!
~ OMK
So funny how we interpret things differently. I was sure that the Jackie in Wilbur's story was befriended by the new kid, who invited Jackie over to his house to see his dad's sloop, and the new friendship instantly elevated Jackie's status. OMK saw it quite differently.
I feel for Jackie; I didn't encounter hostility, but always felt like an outsider, for the opposite reason.
I loved Jackie's story, Wilbur--many thanks for this Saturday gift!
I see how it could go either way. But the positioning of the 3rd stanza right after the mention of "a new kid" leans towards Sandy's understanding.
My interp. was only based on connecting the "nadir" with the "rear" or bottom of the class.
~ OMK
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