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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:
One classic answer to a related question might be, "No good!"
But I don't suppose that would apply to either of these gentlemen.
A crossword is some people's pal.
Over others, it casts a pall.
Some folks are steeped in crosswordese.
Those bright souls find crosswords a breeze!
Each puzzle's a buffet of old friends,
They see the same words again and agains.
They counsel newbies to take up the pencils,
To use Patience and Persistence as their utensils!
Tyros hover over newspaper grids,
Trying to reconcile their brains with their ids!
Such union of thoughts may seem far out,
Until they've been immersed up to their snout!
IN our family, the uptight gal who sweeps her hair up in a bun & grabs all the good stuff from the smorgasbord is known, with questionable affection, as ...
"Queen 'Updo'"
A certain gourmand will hover over a buffet,
taking her time to choose the plumpest shrimp,
avoiding pencil-thin ones, then elbowing her way
to the head of the line. Never one to skimp,
she stacks what she sees, all she counts as her due,
she'll forego family unity to push ahead of you.
~ OMK
"Big Help"
One day the Dobbs did discover
an old man who in their garden did hover
clearly trying to stay undercover.
They decided this was an opportunity
to extend a spirit of unity
by asking him to join their community.
They offered him a simple buffet
which made the old man pray
in thanks for this lucky day.
He recently sent them a pencil note
thanking them for their vote
to give him all this support
which has made him a healthy sport.
Erratum ~
Please change line no. 5 to read:
"she stacks all she pleases. Is it not what she's due?"
~ OMK
Thanks for the reminder, Sandy. Your "classic" brought a smile to this old viz...
Owen, your lines serve as a gentle Intro to Cruciverbalism.
I always appreciate your neologistical adventures. "Crosswordese" goes well with "breeze."
Misty ~ For planting kindness seeds
with their many good deeds,
the generous Dobbses
may attract more mobses
of old men in hiding.
I'm sure they'll take it all in striding.
~ OMK
I guess we oughta change
"Attract more" to just "generate."
What say, Misty?
~ OMK
Brilliant Saturday poems, Owen and Ol' Man Keith--a lovely Saturday morning gift!
Many thanks to you, Owen, from us crosswordesers
even if we are all, well, pretty much geezers.
Yes, each puzzle is indeed a buffet
which we love--not to eat--but to play.
Keith, your gourmand is indeed a queen
of the greediest kind we have ever seen.
It's time to tell her to be quiet,
and time to put her on a diet.
Misty, your poem about the poems was my favorite of all. Not constrained by the J's.
I tell folks about my xword endeavors and how, knowing xword talk is extremely boring to the uninitiated we have our own xword club.
Actually, OMK, I think your first line was better. The old pig doesn't care about anything but those succulent shrimp. And aren't those Dobbs nice people.
"Whatcha been up to, Wilbur me boy?"
"Oh, same same, crosswords my joy.
When I see the clue 'Buffet', is it lunch?
Or perhaps they mean some kind of punch
Hovering over the newspaper with pencil in hand
Actually, I prefer pen, ink's so much more grand
And I see your attention is starting to waver
So I'll retreat to the corner, it's a cruciverbalist lifesaver"
WC
Wilbur, if I could only translate your poem to another pastime, perhaps I would feel better about not knowing anyone else but myself who follows pro tennis. Should I begin to share, others' attention wavers right away, alas!
A neat poem, Wilbur, speaking to the obsessive nature of crossswordism.
I actually sit in the "corner"--of our family room as I solve, and I scribble verses on my iPad while the TV tries to steal my attention.
Yes, I agree with your assessment of Misty's stanzas ending in "quiet/diet."
'Twas good fun. You may be right, that freedom from clue words gives her the proper latitude.
How say you, Ms. M?
But I dunno. I prefer my revision because (a) it makes the same sense, (b) the rhythm is cleaner, and (c) I like switching voices. Direct address, even quizzing the reader, gives a nice jolt.
BTW, I credit you with my experimenting with some longer lines.
Wilbur, your poem was the final gift to that whole series of delightful poems today. Thank you, and thank you for your kind comments all around.
I actually like the fact that we all have somewhat different poetry conventions and rules that we follow because it creates all this wonderful diversity on this blog. Each poetic writer has a different style and length and pattern, and it's fun to be able to identify them instantly with the person who produces them. It makes for a diverse poetic community, in my mind, and that's our great gift. So thank you all, for that, and please keep it up!
Can't wait to see all your Sunday offerings tomorrow. Meanwhile, have a great Saturday night, everybody.
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