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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.
I guess if you have to have a punny solution, you have to use words that create a pun, even though maybe they're a little off the mark.
ReplyDeleteI wanted the solution to say something about the writers directly, which I think it avoids. Just my impression, and YMMV.
Sandy ~ If you think today's solution falls "a little off the mark," check out how it inspired the title I slapped onto the top of my poem...
ReplyDeleteWhen it comes to cleaning the fanciest of tin-glazed ceramic tea ware, a certain dedicated vacuum is considered top of the line.
We call it...
"Faience Suction"
My teacup Yorkie, named "Discus,"
fastened his teeth on my finger in fun.
He would have ground 'em to the bone if I'd let him,
but, "Yeow!--why, you mean little son of a gun!"
Fun is fun, but we gotta have limits,
even for happy hairy midgets.
We have rules for counting innings,
and for inducting tiny doggies in play.
Discus may not count on winning
('tho I see him suppressing mad grinning)
when Daddy's digit's the prize of the day!
~ OMK
"Abstaining"
ReplyDeleteThe contessa lifted her teacup
and took a tiny sup.
She was currently on a diet
and was being very quiet
because she did not want her fasting
to go on and be everlasting.
She had done her best to chuck
the group that tried to induct
her into attending an inning
to celebrate her thinning.
So far she'd lost more than a pound
but her health remained quite sound
and that kept her on the ground.
This morning she'd eaten two biscuits
and exercised throwing a discus.
Yes, her diet was an addiction
but, at least, not science fiction.
There are plenty of photos, Sandy. Just Google them!
ReplyDeleteBig teacups, though, right? Maybe tea mugs?
ReplyDeleteI did google, and those poor tiny dogs have lots of health problems.
I didn't expect to give up my day off, but somehow today's words lured me into writing about that "teacup Yorkie," and I couldn't let it go.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll take a different day off this coming week.
Misty, I see you're going for an aristocratic flavor today, with a "contessa" bringing a delicate touch to things! WooHoo!
Everything seems to be on a tiny scale with her, beginning with the size of her "tiny sup." (No slurping for this fine creature.)
She is trying to make herself even tinier, aiming to thin herself with a fast. And my goodness! she has managed to lose "more than a pound"--over an entire pound! (When will miracles cease?!)
With "two biscuits" and the fling of a discus she has her food and exercise regimen down!
But at least she is managing to keep everything regular, sticking to couplets and triplets, not venturing beyond a steady throb.
And I see that all of today's words are well & thoroughly covered.
~ OMK
I hope they're OK, Sandy ~ I didn't know of their "health problems."
ReplyDeleteOur last Yorkie, the one that was snatched by a coyote at age 13, was a sturdy little guy at about seven lbs.
He was a rescue, so we never saw him as a pup.
But his predecessor weighed only a little over 5 lbs when full grown. We did get her when she was a puppy, and she might have fit into a cup at that stage. She outgrew it of course and had a good healthy life.
~ OMK
Wow! That's wonderful praise from you for my verse today, Ol' Man Keith--you've made my day! Thank you, thank you!
ReplyDeleteAnd I loved hearing of your "Discus" Yorkie
whose digit joke gave me some glee.
His humor is a pretty good blend
with making him a fun-loving friend.
OMK, I'm just going by what I saw when googling. I'm sure some little dogs are healthier than others.
ReplyDeleteI'm seeing a distressing trend developing, and even being encouraged. That is, copping out on using all the words by using the hardest as a proper noun. Done often enough, and that's going to result in pet names being explicit indications of puzzle words. The ultimate result will be something like this:
ReplyDeleteThere was some friction between the smartest horses
Of their scientific methods around their courses.
"They're off! And Teacup Tempest takes the lead!
Fasten Up is holding strong, Club Induct is gaining speed!
It's Seventh Inning in the stretch! Ground Pepper is gaining!
Could Frisbee Discus win the race in the time remaining?"
A better strategy is to use altered words, like so:
I stirred my coffee cup with a teaspoon
As I sat fast to my seat in the saloon.
Across from me, the Dragon Lady, calm,
Was using her inductance to cure my qualms.
She was sewing embroidery, the needle's frequence
Metronomically out-ing and in-ing in sequence.
The coffee was bad. There were grounds in my cup.
But my nerves were shaky, so I drank it up.
We had come here to discuss her new C.D.
It was a scientific video of her, per se.
She was, after all, a true Dragon lady.
The fricative effect of her voice no maybe.
The fork of her undeniably serpentine tongue
Gave a sibilant quality to all she had sung.
The friction in her throat to ignite her flaming breath
Gave her performance a fictional fantasy breadth!
So the documentary of her saurian anatomy
Was expected to be a wonder for all to see!
I swear, Erato must be laughing at me when she dictates these things! I didn't realize the Dragon Lady was a literal dragon until the end of the second stanza! I was picturing the Dragon Lady from the old Steve Canyon comic strips!
ReplyDeleteAnd just noticing now that the first verse has 6 lines instead of 4. Oh well.
👍 Owen. I think Erato is smiling with you, not laughing at you.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, Owen--how do you manage to do all that! Those incredible verses, with the first one making people out of all the Jumble words, and then that amazing Dragon Lady story! And the words you produce: fricative, serpentine, sibilant, saurian.
ReplyDeleteYou are truly a poet of the first class!
Laughter is always its own justification regardless of its direction. Only truly vicious laughter, emanating from trolls & sadists, is to be put down.
ReplyDeleteOwen, sorry that I'm getting such a kick outta naming the pets. It's rather an appealing fault (if fault it is), so I can't say I'll forswear it. I doubt it gives away any more words than some of the other practices on the page.
Your 1-stanza extreme example and 4 stanzas of correction are delightful. I know you enjoyed creating them as much as we did reading!
~ OMK
Misty, that was a horse race and those names no odder than existing ones..
ReplyDeleteAnd that real dragon lady...
Let's see if Lois can wrap it up
Speaking of horses... That nag has long since left the barn
WC
My journey to recovery was no cup of tea, no walk in the park
ReplyDeleteMy sponsor grounded me and I fastened on to her like a shark
I learned the principles through induction
I'd have learned nothing if I'd used deduction
For AA is not a Science class its Steps are best learned by dummies
After all , it's certainly no fiction, that we all were once rummies.
I've had four years clean and sober, time for a seventh inning stretch
You see before you a healthy, happy woman. No longer a sad and hopeless wretch
WC
Good for Lois!!! Very glad to see her confident and happy.
ReplyDeleteWhat's next, Wilbur?
Congratulations, Lois--what an inspiring ending to your story! Are you now going to help inspire other women to follow your path? That would be a worthy project.
ReplyDeleteWell phrased, Wilbur--and Lois too of course!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sandy, that Lois shows supreme confidence in her tale.
I must, of course, put in a reminder that "induction" is both a standard means of reasoning and--just possibly--a fallacious form of thinking.
Induction is based on evidentiary logic, which David Hume refuted back in the 18th century. He pointed out that no matter how many instances of certain outcomes occurring, they could be no guarantee that the next iteration wouldn't turn out differently.
I recall coming across this principle back in my first year of a Philosophy minor.
I sent a cartoon to my professor, showing someone cutting out paper dolls. A dozen of them had two legs and the 13th had three.
I appended this little jingle:
"Since David Hume his thought perfected,
Nothing can be unexpected."
~ OMK