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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:
Here we are again. Kinda cute solution.
Only problem was clue four -- figuring out where to put all those consonants took a few moments.
"In Training"
The flyweight developed a special spiral punch
to follow his double left--jab-jab--combination.
The bookmakers favored him, but he had a hunch
he'd do well to hedge his bet, with a pugilistic ablation,
a blow to knock his opponent's jaw up to his eye
like a portrait he once saw by that Picasso guy
and sculpt his face into a cubist's dream--awry!
~ OMK
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PS. In the quasi-Spooner department for solutions, I draw readers' attention to a display of the cutest velveteen stuffed puppies that ever adorned an infants' nursery. I refer of course to our line of Plush Huskies!
Poetry is an art, to paint pictures with words.
Painting is an art, to tell stories sans verbs.
Play-writing is an art, to tell actors what to say.
Politics is an art, to con their voters all day.
Cobbling is an art, making hush puppies to stilettos.
Song writing is an art, writing lyrics to librettos.
But there's an art that's often overlooked --
Practiced by an artist who must work until he's bushed.
Topiary is the art of sculpting up the hedges!
Of tuning trees to spirals, boxes, or wedges.
Wondrous shapes created, better than a chia pet,
(Seeds punched into clay) no, with shears these shapes are set!
"Lovely Lunch"
Patty served us some punch at lunch,
along with some yummy cookies to munch.
The table was outdoors, along a hedge,
with a ledge that held napkins we could fetch.
So the food and the drinks we happily gulped
in a colorful scene one could joyfully sculpt.
Patty's spiral pond held some lovely guppies,
and she kindly hushed her small yapping puppies.
That sunny, bright day was a total delight:
Good food, good friends, yes, a charming sight.
"Lovely Lunch"
Patty served us some punch at lunch
along with some yummy cookies to munch.
The table was outdoors, along a hedge
with a ledge that held napkins we could fetch.
So the food and the drinks we happily gulped
in a colorful scene one could cheerfully sculpt.
Patty's spiral pond held some swimming guppies
and she kindly hushed her cute, yapping puppies.
That wonderful day was a total delight:
good food, good friends, a lovely sight.
My apologies: I thought I had accidentally deleted my verse, so I wrote it out again, not quite remembering the ending.
Ol' Man Keith--cool to see your verse this morning playing out the other meaning of "punch"--not a drink but a "double jab-jab"! I have to confess I had to look up "ablation"--a word I've never used in the sixty-plus years since I learned English at age 10. Found two meanings: "surgical removal of body tissue" and "removal of snow and ice by melting or evaporation". So, which of those is your "ablation"? Delightful, challenging poem--I loved it.
Owen, your poem about art is brilliant this morning--one of my absolute favorites of your poems, and there are a lot. Thank you for that treat.
Misty ~ Given my boxer's desire to perform cosmetic damage, I was going for the surgical chop.
I've never used the word before myself, but have wanted to since I became aware of it years ago--in discussing a procedure with an MD.
Interesting that you picked up on how I employed the word "punch." I thought my more unusual usage was with "hedge."
Your iterations of Patty's garden party were a delight. To use your own words, it was both lovely AND charming.
From fetching the napkins to hushing the pups, it was an afternoon well spent!
~ OMK
Always love your kind review of my verse, OMK--especially nice to receive it on my busy morning.
Like a punch to the gut alcohol had brought Chet spiraling down
[John, his Sponsor had said]
"Don't try to hedge your bets, Stay out of downtown "
"And may I remind you that you AA puppies tend to gush. My signal will be a nudge to the ribs. That means 'HUSH!'"
Chet began to sculpt a new life, he was one of John's star pupils
"The keys to the kingdom is in the big book, practice the principles"
WC
Good luck, Chet! Wishing you the best.
Owen! It's a treatise in poetic style,
and on the art of clipping--of all things!
Not to mention the other various wiles
we enjoy for trying humanity's wings...
You have a warm spot in your heart
for topiary. How quaint that seems!
By offering details of the gardening art
you draw us in, so we may share your dreams.
Thank you for guiding us to another
of your various expertises, Brother!
~ OMK
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