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video, suite, family, throat, first time.
blaze, tiger, placid, sandal, predictable.
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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.
12 comments:
"I.D.'ing the Wrong Feline"
No, the tiger with the black blaze is the placid cat;
she wouldn't have clawed at the trainer's rear.
Predictably, though, she'd have distracted Master Matt
while her mate swiped his sandal--as a souvenir.
~ OMK
This is one of these mornings when the Jumble words just didn't make a poem work for me. So all I can offer is a joke.
The novel's author hoped for praise
that would set off a critical craze
and make the book's earnings blaze.
The plot is about a tiger
who was saved from drowning by a diver
whose heroism was tacit
since she found her feat just placid.
But the event created a scandal
when someone stole the diver's sandal
and set it ablaze with a candle.
These events were hardly predictable
and even a little despicable.
So you may want to read the book
and give its crazy events a look
and let us know if we should read it
or give it to the dog to eat it.
A funny ending, Misty, especially amusing in twisting the old cliché of the dog eating the item despite the owner NOT wanting it to do so.
But I dunno: the body of the poem seemed not any stranger to follow than your other contributions. Aren't you usually going wherever the rhymes lead? And placing Jumble words in the rhyme position?
I believe you have said before that that was your "M.O."
~ OMK
By going only where the key words reveal,
the results are bound to seem somewhat surreal...
~ OMK
OMK, many thanks for your kind word--
makes me feel like less of a nerd.
I never had a dog actually "eat" my homework, but I did have a dog mangle my mail-in ballot--so badly I couldn't post it.
This was about four, maybe five presidential elections ago. She tore it up so badly I had to take it to the poll station on Election Day, so they would let me cast an in-person vote.
When I told the poll-worker why my ballot was in bad shape, she laughed--then spread the mirth among her fellow volunteers.
I was red-faced with embarrassment.
But I got to vote.
~ OMK
The normally placid environs of Augusta faced stormy weather
That Sunday morning. Excitement mounted as who knew whether
He could mount a charge and earn another green blazer.
Predictable? Hardly. Overcoming all that adversity, crazier
Things had happened ever since he was a teen in sandals
But beyond all hope Tiger prevailed despite injuries and scandal.
WC
I wondered if you would connect Tiger to golf, Wilbur, and Lo! It came to pass!
~ OMK
OMK, I can never believe how you work three Jumble words into the first line of your brief poems--amazing! And what a sad but funny story about your mail-in-ballot at the poll station! Would have cracked your puppy up if she could have been there to see it.
And, Wilbur, your too got all the words and solution into your neat rhyme, and, wow! you capitalized Tiger! Hope he's out of the Woods and feeling better again.
I'm not fully out of the Woods yet, but definitely feeling better. Still popping pills to keep the headaches away.
Misty, your poem today was nothing to be ashamed of. I liked it that you didn't follow you usual romance path, and the surrealism is appreciated.
And Keith and Wilbur, you yeoman efforts are as always appreciated!
Owen, glad you're better.
Owen, thank you so much for checking in with us, and for your kind words. Headaches are terrible, and I'll pray that you get some relief.
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