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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.
6 comments:
Herbert was a good do-it-yourselfer,
A rating his family wouldn't concur.
They were rich, could be ready-made friendly,
But Herbert would buy kits for assembly.
His ineptitude with tools was habitual.
Redoing his stuff became a family ritual.
He couldn't get snap-on parts to stay on!
He couldn't be trusted with more than crayon!
His husky hubris extended to his writing,
His prose and poetry were far from inviting.
He tried to write fables, by Æsop inspired,
But couldn't see, some Æ-simile was required!
ABB ITR BIT RAB
BBI TRA ITR ABB
BIT RAB TRA BBI
ITR ABB RAB BIT
TRA BBI ABB ITR
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Certain aspects of the English language require the tightest attention to get them right. The differences, for example, among analog, metaphor, and simile are considered highly important by some, but overly precious by others.
The latter think of them as ...
"Damn Silly Kitsch(y) Jewel(s)"
A fable telling of "a husky of vulpine appetite"
attempts a simile rather poorly, as an adolescent might.
Imagine it in crayon, as a child expresses himself,
in big block caps--exhausting his vocabularial wealth.
Try again with "cool & suave like the Husky of Siberia,"
and at last you're a smokin' grownup, knockin' off all criteria.
~ OMK
"Family Time"
Seated around a table,
each member would tell a fable.
This long-standing family ritual
served as a regular renewal
that was treated like a family jewel.
Grandpa's stories were a bit husky,
while the uncle's were surprisingly lusty.
Grandma always produced a simile
which gave her daughters much glee.
The kids found these meetings a stitch--
both equally silly and rich,
while the toddler in his outfit of rayon
would draw puppies with a crayon.
These meetings brought the family together
both in sunny and stormy weather
and could not have been nicer or better.
Poor Herbert!
He may have been as inept as an Ept with no In, Owen, but at least he serves as the focus of our morning mirth!
For all his incompetence and failure, he arrives in the end at a most clever finish.
What a pleasant, series of rhymes, Misty, neatly detailing the family's regular rite! Each branch of the tree is producing its own fruit.
Seniority is followed, but nobody dominates; each generation is accorded respect as it ought to be in such a display of familial comity.
~ OMK
Many thanks for your kind comment, Ol' Man Keith--much appreciated.
And what a delightful jewel of a poem you gave us--not at all kitschy. And I looked them up, and sure enough, there are Siberian Huskies!
Poor Herbert, your complete and total opposite when it comes to writing poetry, Owen. I brooded over how to rhyme 'crayon' but you stayed right on course with 'stay on.' Very inviting!
And don't they look cool and handsome, Misty?
Even an ordinary husky is a pretty smart looking animal. We saw one being walked (or was it doing the leading?) in Costa Mesa just the other day, and my wife called out, "Wolf!"
They do indeed remind one of their wild cousins.
~ OMK
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