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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.
"Winkling a Molar"
ReplyDeleteThe import of the matter in a kernel of sooth:
should we give it some time or just yank out that tooth?
And do we laugh or shall we panic at the moment of truth?
~ OMK
"Success"
ReplyDeleteHarold hadn't meant to import
a journalist to his resort.
At first this caused him some panic
as he feared the guy might be manic.
The writer kept a journal
and recorded every kernel.
But when a member of the staff
read it, it made him laugh.
The writer's only inkling
was about drinking and winking.
It turned out that this happy bloke's
profession was to produce funny jokes.
So with humorous banter and felicity
he gave the resort great publicity.
Now Harold is happy and gay--
the journalist had made his day.
Well, I knew winking was a word, but never heard of winkling. So I looked it up. Surprise, surprise: "winkling": to extract or obtain something with difficulty--like a tooth, probably. Well, my journalist doesn't seem interested enough to be doing a lot of winkling, or he might have made Harold and his staff a lot more unhappy.
ReplyDeleteI first heard of "winkle" in England, back in the '60s. Not the verb, but the noun, which is something altogether different.
ReplyDeleteA winkle (noun) is a type of shellfish which, like oysters, need to be pried open. A certain type of pointy-toed shoe back then was called a "winkle-plucker."
I was curious to know exactly what that meant. It was a weird redundancy. Apparently, it takes a pointed-knife device (like that shoe?) to "winkle" (pry or pluck open) a "winkle."
Some etymology, eh?
~ OMK`
Misty ~
ReplyDeleteI gather the writer's sense of humor,
his penchant for witty banter,
meant that, as a roomer,
he was more than a casual ranter.
Your verse today runs smoothly,
three (& four) beats to a line,
in pairs, droning on truly,
all matching, all of a kind.
There's little to disturb the mellow
-ness, like a sleek Merlot-tasting room.
Each end stop echoes his fellow,
less we miss that boom-biddy-boom.
But saving the couplet to the end (just my hunch)...
Won't it give us a coda--a final punch?
~ OMK
OMK,
ReplyDeleteI have to hurry to make supper
but appreciated your picker-upper.
I can only say I'm grateful
that your reviews are never hateful.
When it comes to a critique
yours are clear and never oblique.
You have such a brilliant mind
but make your responses incredibly kind.
So from all our poetic ranks
we can only give you great thanks.
-Misty