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| _wiggle, forage, dressy, export, annual, invite, "sail" was pending.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.
16 comments:
One of my weaker efforts, I'm afraid, tho I have done much worse.
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When making comparisons, they should be appropos,
The stock broker's annual, to a day-trader's tableau.
A finger in reproof, does it wiggle or waggle?
Curled to invite, does it uncurl or entangle?
The rich have many threads for dressy occasions.
Tho poorest are threadbare as they forage for crumbs.
Cargo ships ferry imports and exports all day.
Pleasure boats check pending storms to sail away.
Sunday Jumbles are tough to produce, Owen. Mine is pretty weak too, so don't worry about it. And I liked your rhyming of "appropos" and "tableau."
Owen, aren't those the blanks for a different day's answer? I remember "science friction".
"(The Dinner) Pail was Sending (Mixed Messages!)"
Our export business sought to integrate
our company culture into the daily scenes
of our rural town. Our board thought events to date
might have seemed too highbrow for folks in jeans.
They decided to forego an annual dressy dinner
and invited our staff instead to camp overnight.
But they weren't sure how to make this into a winner
(what tents to rent? & where to find a pleasing site?).
Our guests were the leading lights of our company town,
and our aim was to share good will and socialize
in an event meant to redound to our renown.
But had we thought this through? Everyone's eyes
would be on this new "party." What about food?
How should we cater for them? Would "s'mores" be fine?
As we questioned our choice, the more our corporate mood
cratered. All seemed to hinge on how on earth we'd dine.
Aha! Why shouldn't we just forage for meals?!
Allowing wiggle room for medical exemption,
mightn't folk set traps and use their rods & reels?
That was it! And no one took exception!
The packers brought shotguns, hoping to bag a buck.
Some salesmen came prepared to fish for trout.
The shipping clerks said they'd prove their luck
eating flower salads. "Truffles!" they'd shout.
Feeling like pioneers, all were eager to try it,
(That most lost weight was viewed as a welcome diet!)
~ OMK
Fabulous poem, Ol' Man Keith. Unfortunately, you probably won't get this message.
Eeek! Sandy, you're right! I just read your message and will correct it anon!
Misty ~ Of course I got your message. I usually check back a couple of times, at least.
It looks like we have traded places today--you taking a day off, while I weighed in with an opus majeur.
Speaking of which, I meant it to serve as a pentameter piece, using three octets (each ABABCDCD) followed by a single summarizing heroic couplet (AA).
The plan is to get the reader used to the alternating rhyme scheme, and then switch at the end to the couplet.
Why? It ought to serve better as a tag, with a feeling of "wrapping up," BECAUSE of a surprise shift in the scheme.
Nothing new, though. My attempt is just a longer & humbler take on what Shakespeare led us to appreciate in his (shorter, elegant) sonnets.
BTW, one erratum:
Please change the last line of the 3rd stanza to
"...eating flower salads. "Oooo, Truffles!" they'd shout."
Owen ~ I too enjoyed "apropos/tableau"!
And I must say, even when you're self-critical, you give us something to chew on.
You guide our rumination!
Sandy ~ A good eye! I had the LA Times to guide me, but I might well have missed the problem with the solution fill blanks.
As it was, I really needed those blanks to help me towards a Spoonerism I was able to use in my poem's title.
~ OMK
Okay, correct blanks now posted. I know how it happened, so won't 🤞 make that mistake again.
We are now past the deadline for full disclosure, so allow me to commiserate with my fellow versifiers.
This was a tough lot of clue words.
Misty ~ I think the toughest of the lot was "Wiggle." I managed to find a use for it, but until I did, I couldn't help but note how perfect a pet name it might have been--for just about any gender or scale of animal, especially of the smaller variety.
"Here, Wiggle! Here, ya mutt, here Boy!"
"He-ey, Wiggle! Here kitty kitty kitty!"
From a bird-in-the-sky
to a hog-on-the-ground,
The perfect name
for cat or hound.
I hope Wilbur checks in before the day is out...
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I had a hard time posting my poem today, and when I finally though I had succeeded, I got a message saying that I had posted too many times today and could no longer post. But it accepted my response to you. So I tried posting my poem again, and it again wouldn't accept it. If this message is accepted, I might try posting the poem again later.
How bizarre!
I have had trouble posting on rare occasions, but never rec'd a message that I was posting too much.
I have no idea what agency would have such temerity.
I hope you'll be able to post now without any interference.
~ OMK
NOTICE: The ChiTrib has toorrow's solution wrong. It should be
OOO OO a OOO'O OOOO
They left out the interpolated "a", and changed the apostrophe to a line break.
Anybody seen my little parakeet?
A green body with a yellow face.
Answers to "Wiggle."
~ OMK (Heheh.)
Well, I've now tried three more times to post my poem. Each time it appears to have been accepted, after I clicked "publish your comment." Then, when I get off Jumble and come back an hour later, my poem is not there. It can't be the length because there's another poem at least as longer or longer that's been there much of the day. So I don't understand what the problem is, but I'm just praying that I'm not going to have the same problem again tomorrow.
Writing poems for this blog is one of my great pleasures every morning, and it would be devastating not to be able to do this any more--especially when others can do it without any problem.
Misty ~ I only wish I knew the answer!
But maybe Owen can help. I can't think of anyone better placed to control access to this site.
He checks in regularly, so should have read of your problem by now.
Owen, HOW can she POST her work?!
~ OMK
Wish I knew what the problem was, I want to see that poem. Did you use any special characters? < is a particularly bad one. Other than that, I don't know. The Blogspot dashboard has been giving me problems for some time, too. It comes up in HTML mode instead of compose WYSIWYG. I have to tell it to switch, and it tells me I have an error, but lets me switch. I googled about it, and apparently the problem is wide-spread, with no solution but to live with it.
For your problem, Misty, try splitting the poem in two, and posting them separately. That might at least show where the problem is.
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