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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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16 comments:
Never knew the name of the sculptor who created that statue, though on looking him up I discovered that he had lots of help. It was truly both a massive undertaking and a giant end result.
Sometimes private golfing parties bet big bucks on games. The stakes can run high, with competition very fierce.
"Interview Before the Ninth Hole"
"The lazier I feel, the more my game's thrown off.
I need a novel way to revive. Aw, yuck!
I don't know when I ever played worse golf
than this. ... I need a drink, a straw to suck
my gin & tonic. Man, I think what luck
to have found a caddy with the perfect pluck
to mix the yummiest drinks and..." [guck--
...rruck, uck... cuck!*]
"Ah, f**k!"
~ OMK
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* Sounds of a throat closing up in monumental death gasps from poisoned quinine water.
"Silly Novel/Silly Verse"
The results were quite monumental
though really just accidental.
The novel was such a big hit
even though it was poorly writ.
The author could not have been lazier
and the theme could not have been crazier.
It's a story about a bone
that to a dog had been thrown
by a guy who was on the phone
and didn't hear the dog groan.
The dog didn't find the bone yummy
because he had a pain in his tummy.
At least the dog was tame and gentle,
and maybe his problem was actually dental?
But a different issue should have been central,
like the guy having problems with his rental.
But can you believe that this sentimental
piece of crap became so monumental?
A great poem, Misty ~ Nearly epic, in a screwball sorta way!
You & Shakespeare, agreeing on the past perfect of "to write"! I love it.
Your diagnosis of the dog's ailment reminds me of the veterinary shows I watch.
And the dogs are always like "a member of our family." There's nothing sentimental about that, young lady!
~ OMK
"Young lady"? Woohoo! Woohoo! I haven't gotten a fabulous compliment like that in decades, Woohoo! But I'm so glad you didn't find the little dog's role in the verse totally loopy, Ol' Man Keith. I forgot that you're a dog lover too--how many pups do you still have? I still miss my sweet Misty (yes, I named myself after her, after I lost her) and sweet Dusty. But they were both taken out by coyotes and I just can't risk that again. What are your pups' names? Give them both a little pat for me.
Neal arranged for Chet to receive his cake
When John his Sponsor could get back and make
The presentation. They'd thrown in a medallion, well earned
But for Chet there was another prize as far as he was concerned.
Becoming free to have a relationship was no novel idea
He'd had his eye on the yummy Lois throughout the year.
He must not act too hastily but discard his lazier ideas
Asking Lois out would be monumental. Her "No", his biggest fear.
WC
Fln, yes, OMK, that might have made it clearer.
I can't put the Chet saga to bed. For...wherefore Lois
I see everyone had to use imagination to incorporate all these J's into a narrative. I see OMK 's golfers play for keeps. But who sips Gin and tonic out of a straw? I will say that beer cart gal is kept busy out on the course.
My sobriety preceded my golf mania. I think the latter was good for the former. I'd be the only guy having coffee on the 9th hole.
Misty, in a strange coincidence I got thinking about your losing Dusty to a coyote. That had to be devastating. And Two of them? Same coyotes I'll bet. If I never expressed it strongly enough my feelings for your loss are intense.
Yep, if a gal could write a best-seller about a hawk* why not a dog and a bone gone awry. Do you recall the famous epitaph to man's best friend?
I'll see if I can find it
WC
**BTW, My own "H is for …" was completely coincidental and the title preceded the best seller.
A cake AND a medallion, Wilbur? Chet must be over the moon! He won't let worry stop him from pursuing Lois, I'm sure.
Good for Chet, Wilbur, we know he deserved the special double treat.
Good luck to him with "Yummy Louis"! Somehow that adjective makes her seem even more ...well, I can't do better than delicious.
Misty ~ My two remaining dogs are (1) Maggie, our Golden. She is one of the white, or pale champagne Goldens, not the brightest dog, afflicted with OCD*, but she is beautiful. We refer to her in non-PC fashion as our "Dumb Blonde."
(2) And Nacho is our other dog. A Jackwawah**. He is a sweet, smaller (10 lb) boy. Since we lost Louie to the coyote, we don't let Nacho out at night alone. I go with him, and I carry a special high power flashlight.
~ OMK
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* Obsessive Canine Disorder. She chases shadows & reflections, never a ball.
**A Chihuahua/Jack Russell mix.
Oh, and Wilbur ~ You'd be sipping with a straw too if toxic tonic water had you so thoroughly puckered up by the 9th hole...
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, forgot to say it was a delight listening to you enjoy your drink in your poem this morning. And Maggie and Nacho must be adorable and very sweet. Give them a gentle pat for me.
Wilbur, I'm so happy that Chet is finally getting to experience some very good fortune, and I'll keep my fingers crossed that it leads to a sweet romance with Lois. And thank you for kindly remembering my Dusty too.
OMK, my granddaughter has a chihuahua terrier mix, who is devoted to her as well as to her new husband. But Jovi is a good 10 years old now, so her terrier energy is rather muted. But she remains a loved family member.
Sandy ~ Jovi sounds like a good gal.
Our Nacho has the edge on her at age 13. He has always been high-powered. We bailed him from the Orange County pound, where I spotted him climbing the bars of his cage--literally.
What a tail-wagger! You could power a small village offa that butt.
~ OMK
Coyotes won't approach if there's a human? Especially with a flashlight? I'd be tempted to carry a gun
We used to take Marine Cirps history in training camp. Lt Presley O'Bannon was one name. Chest Puller another.
Well, you can never be sure, but at least as a human I know to raise a big noise and lash out with my cane.
This light is especially penetrating--like a prison-escape searchlight.
My guess is that a predator, who is supposed to be shy of firelight, wouldn't like this spotlight on him.
Nacho had to overcome his fear of it & learn that it is a friendly glare--to him and Maggie anyway.
Sadly, I wasn't using it to protect Louie. We thought our walls were high enough.
But a hungry coyote can perform extraordinary leaps.
~ OMK
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PS. Don't have a gun. Not being "woke" about it, just never saw the wisdom.
JUNE 1, 2021
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"Training, Not Straining"
You had to be strong to lift that much weight,
and then to have swung it from side to side.
You must have eaten all the spinach on your plate.
You knew that was our theme if you wanta hit your stride.
Whether Tarzan or Popeye, you gotta keep in shape.
Eat plenty of "neat somethings" for your 'ceps to break the tape.
~ OMK
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