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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.
[Chet continues]
ReplyDeleteAlthough the Dean gave me little wiggle room
I knew that I still had , perhaps, a final chance
Could I turn things around and avoid impending doom?
That my life was a mess could be see at a single glance.
Poor me, pour me another I wailed as I trolled the singles bar
File me stupid, file me dense, I now was on file with the Registar
I left his office with the best of intentions make no mistake
Sure enough, next day same old hangover , same old shakes.
WC
Or maybe he won't drop out. Now I'm anxiously wanting to know.
ReplyDeleteWilbur ~ Follow-up to my late note FLN:
ReplyDeleteIs this Chet's "moment"? Is it already here?
Nah. It feels too soon.
The dean's words & subsequent hangover have turned the first 5 minutes into 6, maybe 6.5...
(But ya gotta love the natural poetry of "Poor me, pour me another." Do all winos find Erato?)
My July 28 offering:
How couples get together factors into the way they break up.
This ditty is based on...
"(Our) Mingle Style"
As she walked away, she gave a final wiggle
and glanced about to catch my shock.
I felt shaky, but wouldn't fall for a jiggle.
We were better than that. / We'd met singing Bach.
~ OMK
Here is the full poem covering Sunday through yoday(Wednesday)
ReplyDeleteI seem to have a Senior style cut and paste error
[Chet continues]
I thank you for the invite. I'll try not to be blown off course.
For mine is a tale of hopelessness , despair and utmost remorse.
I had my fling of the fast life, quite the perky spitfire
But alcohol became the master and I had only one desire
Sure I enrolled in college , I explored the various forums
Of learning with those fossils spouting verbiage when they had a quorum
I fiddled and diddled skipping class and using a proxy
While I was off in some beer hall chasing some doxy
Come Spring I'd peddle popcorn at the baseball park
Watching the Oriole mascot; it was an entertaining lark
I'd completely detached from serious , studious endeavors
Abruptly I was summoned by the Dean. "We're not doing you any favors
Pampering you. " His words cut me to the core.
"Shape up or ship out. For you they'll be no encore!"
Did I follow his advice, if I had it might have paid off in the end
But I paid no heed , I was on another path. for alcohol was my friend
Although the Dean gave me little wiggle room
I knew that I still had , perhaps, a final chance
Could I turn things around and avoid impending doom?
That my life was a mess could be see at a single glance.
Poor me, pour me another I wailed as I trolled the singles bar
File me stupid, file me dense, I now was on file with the Registar
I left his office with the best of intentions make no mistake
Sure enough, next day same old hangover , same old shakes.
WC
Definitions of doxy:
ReplyDeletenoun: a woman who cohabits with an important man
..Isabel's reputation is such that she tries to claw Archie's face when he refers to Isabel as a "doxy".
—Death of a Doxy [Similar quotes, lyrics]
Directed by Timothy Hutton from a teleplay by Sharon Elizabeth Doyle, "Death of a Doxy" aired April 14, 2002, on A&E.
—Death of a Doxy [Similar quotes,
I actually came across the word from the above Nero Wolfe story. I'm thinking the word can refer to any less than proper woman.
As you can see the character, Isabel isn't fond of the term
WC
BTW, I started (re)watching those Timothy Hutton A&E shows the other night. Right up my alley
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ReplyDeleteClaire's career was close to final
when they taped her last song on vinyl.
She was never considered flaky,
but this ending left her shaky.
She would now be obliged to jiggle
her options, and to wiggle
an entirely new career
that would give her support and cheer.
So Claire hired a smart new agent
who, she hoped, would represent
her, and publicize her new style
for a new professional file.
Like her, he was newly single
and soon they began to mingle
and, so, from their very first glance
they were involved in a budding romance.
Their married life has been groovy,
and Claire now stars in a movie
whose title raises a smile:
"The Tale of my Sing-gal Guile."
Beautiful, Misty!--just right, bright and smart all down the line.
ReplyDeleteYou must know I enjoy reading those wrap-around couplets, carrying the sense beyond the line-endings. It's really the only way to sustain a long series of rhymed pairings.
Claire's career deserves to be so successful. Her "new style" makes her story line entirely palatable, fun to read from start to finish!
~ OMK
Wow! Thank you, thank you, Ol' Man Keith--you've just made my day. I still need to learn more about making my verses a little more complex and less formulaic, but I'll keep trying. But thanks for pointing me in the right direction.
ReplyDeleteWilbur, Chet's long, sad, narrative--taking into account so many daily Jumble words and solutions--is simply amazing! And it is so smooth, but also emotional, with his flowing language but changing moods, that it is full of life. What a lovely gift to present to us today. I appreciate it very much.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason the high-res version of the cartoon (usually posted around 6pm) wasn't available yet when I shut down about 5 am. It is now, and the karaoke screen needs the entire ultra-high-res to be easily read.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Keith, a charming tale of unexpected romance. Is Clare a cougar or is that agent in her age bracket?
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for the kind words. Chet is telling his "Story": What it was like, What happened and What it's like now. We heard bits and pieces before.
Irony. In the history (30s) of AA one of the personages is one ROWLAND Hazard. I've heard that first name in here.
WC
When you put all the stanzas together, Wilbur, they really add up to a hefty chunk of the epic we saw coming--and a clear, well-spoken chunk at that. Chet is most articulate in guiding us into his personal "heart of darkness."
ReplyDelete(BTW, among his past errors, I think my favorite must be when he took the "Oriole" for a "Lark" [when everyone knows it's a "Finch"].)
And as he plunges deeper into his tale of woe, your readers can only hope his turn-around moment will be as thrilling as his past personal failures have been chilling.
Misty ~No need to thank me, as you're the one producing the results!
Your first stanza today illustrates perfectly HOW to break up the jingly nature of couplets. You used your first two pair (first four lines, through "shaky") to establish the regularity of the rhythm, and then you broke away in the latter two pair.
That felt exactly right, as readers can't fully appreciate the wrap-arounds unless they first get a dose of the steady beat.
My own brief stanza pales in comparison. I am pleased at the economy, but you are showing how to make the longer arc pay off.
~ OMK
We had FINCH as a J word a month ago. Not part of a Chet and Lois but a a sidebar
ReplyDelete"Thursday 6/24/21
Finch,Douse, Feisty, Unlike;
Shuffled in
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We shuffled into class at the Ed building, Finch hall,
Ready to be doused in literature an hour in her thrall
For yes, it was Ms Norris that would guide in the mysteries of Joyce
Unlike any prof we'd had in Econ, she was feisty but sweet of voice
We heard about diverse theoretical perspectives and
Oppositional contextualization
Bored we were but we got misty-eyed at the melodious peroration"
One of my better ones. Misty has a great sense of humor.
WC
And to clarify, we know Chet got sober; This is the early part of the story
My goodness, Wilbur--a poem about me, with my name(s) in it? I was so surprised to see it, I added it to my collection of saved Jumble poems. Just hope you weren't too bored by the Joyce lecture.
ReplyDeleteThose students didn't understand the lingo but loved the delivery. Perhaps she made it simple by teaching from her "Joyce for Dummies" book.
ReplyDeleteI had an attractive Econ Prof. I believe it was micro economics.
One day she passed me on campus
and "slipped" on the icy walkway. I walked away. Did she actually "Slip"?
In retrospect methinks there was more to it. I could have elevated that B to an A I'll bet.
Dummies can't handle Joyce, Wilbur. And my sweet ROWLAND was never a Hazard, just a great source of security and safety for me. I say a prayer of thanksgiving for my twenty-plus years with him every day, and just wish he could be here on this blog and give everybody his own kind, gentle, insightful, thoughtful, brilliant, witty, and sharp insights and comments. You would all love him.
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