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| _essay, third, unhurt, magpie, irish "upsetter".Image(s) from the Internet.
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 read, but very rarely write, poetry, so yesterday was definitely an aberration. I have no plans to essay such an effort again.
ReplyDeleteI did find today's solution a little upsetting, because it seemed quite labored.
If Lady Luck will offer odds that Mac was not really harmed at the hands of the police...
ReplyDelete"I Wish to Bet Her"
Mac wrote an essay in The Nation
of his last interrogation,
when he was grilled in the "black location"
in the back of the po-po station.
They exposed Mac to the third degree,
which nastiness was, as you may see,
the treatment why,
though he didn't fry,
he was left yakking like an effin' magpie.
~ OMK
If you left-click on the B&W cartoon to view it, you can see it giant size, and note the torn newspaper seems to be showing part of a Jumble!
ReplyDeleteIrish bulls may give people pause
ReplyDeleteAt the upsets of logical flaws.
In the white-water flow of conversation,
They capsize and cause consternation!
You may find them in third-grade essays:
"Dust bowls were from Depression ways!"
You may find them in poems by yours truly,
Whose mangling of language gets unruly!
They may utter from loquacious magpie bills
As likely as from authentic Irish quills!
And if someday an Irish bull you may blurt,
It's a type of slip that will leave you unhurt!
Got up early and so had time to play with a poem before my son arrives at 10am.
ReplyDelete"Dog Poetry"
The prize she won was the third
though the first she would have preferred.
It was awarded for an essay
she wrote on a rainy day
when she needed something to play.
Because of the gloomy weather
she focused on her Irish setter,
a dog who was a go-getter,
and her praise could not have been better.
Next day he slipped in the dirt
but, thank goodness, was unhurt
though he whined a bit, with a cry
that made him sound like a magpie.
So she had to give him a treat
to get him back on his feet,
and after she gave him a kiss
he returned to his normal bliss.
Whoops!
ReplyDeleteI left out the middle stanza!
Please insert:
The cops wanted dirt
on Mac's pal Bert.
But he wouldn't blurt,
leaving Bert unhurt.
~ OMK
Owen ~ Brilliant, a stunning delight!
ReplyDeleteI never knew there was another term for those Yogiisms. Thank you!
And thank you, too, Misty for those fine four stanzas before your son arrives.
Glad to know your poetic setter didn't hurt himself. (Though it's hard to imagine a big dog getting hurt from a mere slip!)
I love the final line. How true it is that canines live mainly in a state of "normal bliss."
Please enjoy your time with your son!
~ OMK
ReplyDeleteFln, Sandy you have the gift. Excellente. Keep'em com'n
Lots of good stuff. I flunked the J: Couldn't get MAGPIE and the riddle-solution was hopeless.
I've got to try something.