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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.
FLN, Misty ~ You were close, but Sandy nailed it.
ReplyDeleteSound it aloud. The "f" of "hoof" carries over to the next word, "onto" in the phrase, "by hoof onto...."
Sorry! I had no reasonable way to insert a "fondue" into a tale of a stranded engineer--so resorted to Owen-style embedding, w/ phonetic chicanery!
~ OMK
Looking back, I can't say what was in that cooking goop,
ReplyDeletebut probably grease...
"... Ampersand Grime"
Well, I thought it was canola oil,
but my stomach couldn't digest it.
I went through a gag-giddy turmoil,
a minor bout of puke-distressed spit.
~ OMK
"Cool Cook"
ReplyDeleteMinny started out as a minor
helping to cook in a diner.
But when pressed she passed every test,
making food with a great deal of zest,
and yet easy and safe to digest.
She would steam rather than boil
and used healthy canola oil.
Her helpers found her funny and witty
and her jokes often left them giddy.
And so they composed a rhyme
about her cake of lemon and lime
that all her praises did chime,
and gave their boss a grand old time.
Two compact stanzas, Misty, celebrating Minny's development as a chef and convivial boss!
ReplyDeleteVery smooth...
~ OMK
Thank you, Ol' Man Keith, and thanks for explaining the hooF ONTO "fondue" clue to me.
ReplyDeleteOnce again couldn't believe that you worked all the Jumble words and solution into your verse and its title. Only sorry that the canola oil upset your tummy and caused a possible expulsion.
Sorry I missed you yesterday. I just posted an oldie with FONDUE in it on 10/8 J.
ReplyDeleteWhere was I. Check the CC post. Plus Saturday xword which I solve on Friday took my remaining time.
Again, my later post explains my morning. Let's see if I have a poem in me as caffeine wears off
The young men were giddy in forty two, having a grand old time
ReplyDeleteImpressing the ladies with snappy uniforms; the feelings were sublime.
They had yet to digest the horror of war not to speak of the glop in the mess
"Canola oil? Never heard of it. Just eat it! We're not here to impress.
"So how was it, Dad, in the B24 with all that ack-ack and flying flak?"
That was just a minor thing compared to having gas just to get back".
WC
Dad would be 104 today. He said Catch-22 described it perfectly. For me in Vietnam? Apocalypse Now.
ReplyDeleteWar=Insanity
Wilbur, my older brother was an Army second lieutenant in Korea during the Korean war. Happily, he survived, but I have read that second lieutenants had a very high casualty rate there. Do you have any information or information about whether that is generally true in any war, i.e., newly-trained, low-level officers high casualty rates?
ReplyDeleteSandy ~ I don't have a source for it, but it is "common knowledge" (true or not) that new, young officers are the most likely to die in combat.
ReplyDeleteBut I just happened to be reading that the rate of suicide among active duty troops has been rising precipitously in recent years.
Misty ~ My tum is OK, thanks for your concern.
The "I" in today's ditty is fiction. Maybe I should give character names to my narrators when they are not explicitly my "voice."
Today's piece could have started,
"Well, Pete thought it was canola oil..."
WC ~ Enjoyed your poem! I love how your last line conferred a neat ambiguity on the nature of the "gas" being referenced.
~ OMK
Sorry OMK. I was just kidding and playing with you when I suggested that you wrote your verse about yourself and not just some character. Didn't expect you to take it seriously--again, please accept my apology.
ReplyDeleteThanks, OMK. At the time I was too young to know there was reason for worry. I feel grateful that my brother, a newly-minted and very young second lieutenant, made it through to marry and raise a family. He's 90 now. That was sure a long time ago.
ReplyDeleteSandy, as we were getting commissioned at Quantico in May, 1968 we were hearing that a very high percentage of 2nd Louies had died as a result of Tet. Shudder.
ReplyDeleteMy roommate at Basic School lost a foot. I met him near Chulai but was transferred before his injury.
Those who spent a lot of time in the field were reluctant to talk about Vietnam. I was in HQ Co. so only had perimeter skirmishes. They missed me. LOL
My father clearly had PTSD much like Yossarian.
OMK, The "gas" line was inadvertent. B24 pilots had to run lean as total gas and total payload were contradictory
Well, so I guess my brother was very lucky. And of course, so are his children and grandchildren who would otherwise never have been born!
ReplyDeleteI didn't want to answer "Unknown" at CC, but...
ReplyDeleteGiven my Chet and Lois saga, the boys have a saying in regard to folk who talk that way: "Keep com'n"
19 people rightly lay plaudits on the constructor and this dude(or dame) BASHes* him.
As someone mentioned, genX is being catered to with slang like SHADE. And rappers.
BTW, Owen that was a masterful poem . BTW, I liked the Smith version better than Shelley's
Good night. Hope someone reread my FONDUE post from the Bilbo days.
WC
Glad you checked in, Wilbur. Very nice verse, and I liked your rhyming "grand old time" with "sublime."
ReplyDeleteOMK your rhyming of "canola Oil" with "turmoil" was cool. I realized I couldn't find a single word to rhyme with "canola" when I was working on my verse, and so I also had to come up with an "oil" rhyme--but I like your "turmoil" better than my "boil."