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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.
12 comments:
I'm tempted to invoke Thorax, of Chickweed Lane,
A man of my girth, whom some think insane.
He has a chronal-dimensional door in his barn;
His mom's a space-gecko, but folks think that a yarn.
But a comic-strip character, should I do that again?
Surely something better can pop into my brain!
But dog-gone it, Erato's left me on my own!
(I think she's playing Candy Crush on her phone.)
Thalia, too, seems to have gone astray
Perhaps some other fool has outbid me today.
The Muse of humorous verse gives me jokes,
Unlike my chickens, who just give yolks.
FLN: Ah, Misty ~
An excellent reply,
both brilliant and sly.
(And perhaps a bit wry.)
I quite agree with your premise:
It could be an improvement
(fresh, without blemish)
if you offered a view meant
to stimulate such
a fresh cogitation.
But my objection is not
so much to your skimping the plot
(that's just part of my case)
as to what seems to be your race
to tie things up in romance--
to skip to final chapters
before we know the characters.
There must be more to this dance
than always ending with them pranc-
ing down the path we've sussed in advance.
~ OMK
"Met New Pet"
When Danny's dog was gone
he buried him in his front lawn.
Now, wondering in his den,
should he got another again?
But his friends came up with a different lift
and gave him a gecko as a gift.
An animal in a different niche
that could not be easily walked on a leash.
So Dan went out and bought some sacks
that he then attached to his thorax.
That way his new pet he could carry
on his walks, without needing to hurry.
His friends thought he really out-bid
them. Yes, Dan was a clever kid.
Two brilliant responses to a day with two impossible Jumble words, Owen and Ol' Man Keith. Delightful to see your versus, much more clever than lame attempts like the one from yours truly.
Ol' Man Keith,
See, I don't always produce a dance
that ends up in a lame romance.
Dan might hold his gecko to his chest
but that's hardly passion at its best.
And I didn't follow the usual trend
of a gecko-gift to his girlfriend.
So, okay I'm not a great poet
but at least I admit it and know it.
Dagnab it!
Once again we're stuck
with words that rely on luck--
thorax and gecko--
words that don't flow
in a narrative arc.
It's well after dark,
I'm tired and sleepy,
a little bit weepy,
and I'm just outbid
on this grid...
(Oh, you kid.)
~ OMK
Misty ~
You’re right, you don’t always do the dance
(tho’ when you do, it rushes to romance),
so let’s change “always” to 90 percent of the time
(and any failures of love to "Zero.") It would be a crime
to accept what you pose as your second thesis.
Indeed, it could only make a rhesus
outta me to agree
that you’re not “great”
when in fact you set the rate
in rhyme and activity
here in Jumble
for our humble
poetic productivity!
~ OMK
Double dang!
I forgot to acknowledge the master today.
Owen showed his mettle once again
giving us a sample of his wits at play,
leading off the day to beat the band!
It's genuine, folks; it isn't a hoax,
our mentor led off, trading jokes and yolks!
~ OMK
Such inventive rhymes today! Niche and leash, hoax and yolks! They work -- well -- but sort of surprising that they do! You do well, my padawans!
And in addition to Owen,
in the slot of "prime contender,"
we have Misty's original paean,
the tale of Danny's Gekkoninda.
I abandoned the challenge
as beyond my skill,
but she applied feeling & knowledge
and gave us a thrill!
Brava!
She taught us how to take your Gecko for a walk
without tiring the tyke--or descending into schlock.
~ OMK
[NB. You can skip the following revisions; they're just for the record.]
I quite agree with your premise:
It could be an improvement
(fresh, without blemish)
if you offered a view meant
to stimulate such
so freshly "cogitatious."
But my objection is not
so much to your skimping on plot
(that's just part of my case)
as to what seems to be your race
to tie things up in romance--
to skip to final chap-puh-ters
before we know the characters.
There must be more to the dance....etc.
Ol' Man Keith,
What a series of amazing poems you've produced today, over and over again. I am totally awed and thankful for your willingness to give us so much of your skill and inventiveness on a single day. I've been busy and have checked in only now and then, but just now, when I read them all, they just blew me away. Thank you so much for this Thursday gift--wonderful!
And, Owen, thank you again for your brilliant start this morning. A great gift for beginning this Thursday Jumble day.
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