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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.
13 comments:
Hey, before I even started solving, the same old grammar problem became obvious, but with a twist. Not only did the wife do the stuffing with junk food, but in a same sex marriage; the wife is a man!
Now on to solving.
Good catch, Sandy ~ I felt the caption's awkwardness right away, but didn't catch the gender switch that you did.
I am puzzled by the Jumble team's deficient grammar, but even more so by the lack of editorial supervision. High school papers do a better job.
Misty, you know I always try for economy, so this was my first attempt at a verse reply to today's Jumble:
"Kelly Wading"
Kelly the kitty had fallen into the gulch,
but climbed up a branch, wading out through wet mulch!
The near-rhyme of the title almost worked for me--but still left something to be desired. I wanted to make the second title word come nearer to echoing the "solution"'s sound.
To change the title meant changing the poem itself.
So this is my latest version:
"Kelly Waking"
Kelly the kitty had fallen into the gulch,
& knocked himself out.
I climbed down a branch, waded some mulch,
woke him with a shout--
... found "him" was a "her,"
& was rewarded with a purr.
~ OMK
Wow, Keith, two poems this morning, the first one with the traditional three Jumbles in the first line, but the second one with six lines! And then the title change! Wow, very clever and fun, getting our Thursday off to a great start!
"Tough Jobs"
They gave Nelly some jelly
to ease her aching belly.
She had been calling and calling
after she had fallen
while processing some mulch
down in the backyard gulch.
Her family felt much pity
and so gave Nelly a kitty
which made her happy and giddy.
Nelly now trims trees on her ranch
with great care for every branch
and no longer has to blanch.
The stranger rode in to Dry Gulch,
A one-horse town that wasn't much.
A dry-goods store, card and pool room,
A chop house, and Long Branch Saloon.
The stranger hitched his horse's reins
By the water trough the bar maintains.
Strode in where the barmaid, Miss Kitty,
Wasn't at the moment awfully busy.
He ordered a beer, went to a table,
His face as fallen as far as was able.
He bellyached, tho there was no one near,
This was a dumb start to a poet's career.
Interesting verse, Owen. So, was the stranger a poet? You would think he'd be happy to find a Saloon in Dry Gulch where Miss Kitty could get him a beer. So why does he start bellyaching before his drink has even arrived? Surely, a poet would know better?
(Owen, when I get questions like this, I often answer, "I don't know. Go ask the poet.")
He got his beer at the bar, and brought it to the table with him. As for bellyaching with no one near, well, who ever pays attention to a poet anyway!
Glad you enjoyed my poem, Misty. Actually, I don't think of it as two poems, but as a single piece-- at different stages of development.
The versions remind me of the sizable change that can occur when attempting to alter one "little" thing.
In this instance, I only aimed to change "Wading" to "Waking" in the title because the latter is a better rhyme for "Aching."
Your Nelly carries on the theme of the dangerous "gulch."
It seems today's clue words left us no choice other than to throw somebody--cat or human--down into that gulch.
Fortunately they were both saved.
I'm glad to see that Nelly's pals had a soothing jelly and were kind enough to offer her a kitty.
If that kitty's name was Kelly, we may have a concordance between our poetic worlds! If so, I imagine Nelly appreciates the trauma Kelly has endured--something they've shared.
But if the scene is Texas, poor cis-gendered Kelly may need reminding to use ONLY the male side of her litter box.
~ OMK
Shades of Gunsmoke, Owen!
Unless, of course, this is a different Miss Kitty. It would seem to be a favored nom de guerre among dance-hall gals of the Old West.
I see your "poet" played by Harold Lloyd or Buster Keaton in the old days. He's at that point in the movie where he typically realizes he's in the wrong place to get a decent career started.
It's a silent movie, but he wants to scream.
~ OMK
More Golf
When Tiger got to his ball, lo and behold, it was buried in the sand
Deep behind the green, a veritable gulch, not what he'd planned.
Worse, the ball lay under a branch which had fallen from the wind
"Why me, Oh merciless gods of golf", he bellyached. "Where did I sin?"
But Tiger steeled his nerves, this kitty amounted to a handsome purse
Click, the ball soared toward the hole and there went the Masters curse.
WC
AH, the secrets of master golfers!
Fun to read of the special skills, the techniques employed by top pros to bend the little white ball to their will!
In this example, Wilbur, you do a fine job of describing the challenging situation faced by Tiger, how the lie (is it "lie" or "lay"?) of the ball rendered it nearly impossible for even Tiger to handle.
Then came the secret!--how he "steeled his nerves."
It was the special knowledge of... the many dollars in that "handsome purse."
LOL, now we can all be Masters.
~ OMK
So Wilbur, it's been an interesting narrative about Tiger.
But do you think it's wise for him to ask, "Where did I sin?"? He might get an answer!
Just an idle thought.
OMK, you're right:
Nelly loved her cat,
named her Kelly
and rubbed her belly.
Wilbur,
Tiger doesn't need a money kitty,
he needs the love of a sunny kitty.
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