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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.
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Wow! I looked it up. Was sort of familiar with the context, though not with the actual practice or its dangers. YES, it's a pun too, but not actually funny, IMO.
The things you see on the beach,
Where the dunes are mounding high.
The sand that's blowing in the wind,
And drifting around with a sigh.
Children, with their plastic pails,
And shovels, building castles,
With towers and columns reaching up!
And pebbles as their vassals!
On the pier, with metal buckets,
Anglers chop their fishy chum.
They teach that chum as bait
Will lure fish; to nets they come.
“Drumming Around”
In my high school senior year,
I was ROTC Adjutant,
& I taught a column of cadets
on the parade field ground
a tricky drill strut—
how to do a “drift” to the right.
Their pals came to cheer,
so we prayed for no accident.
When they ended with regrets
in a blundering clown-mound,
I squawked, “Eyes SHUT!”
& took flight from my plight
(with a double time, “G’NIGHT!!”).
~ OMK
The beach is indeed a joyful venue, Owen, for young & old to take delight.
When I returned to California in my early 40s, I lived at in the beach.
Literally. In the old Balboa Inn on the peninsula in Newport Beach for my first year.
And after that never more than jogging distance from either Laguna Beach or one of the Newport Beaches.
I spent much of yesterday afternoon (Thursday) at my dermatologist’s office, having several more skin growths biopsied and facial pre-cancers nitrogen-frozen.
This occurs three or four times every year now.
It is a small price to pay for those wonderful years on the beach.
~ OMK
"Puppy Love"
Cathy put an ad in a column
because she needed a chum.
She was told to visit a mound
where she located a dog pound
and found a sweet little hound.
That puppy was a real gift
that gave her life a new drift.
A training book she bought
and new tricks the pup was now taught.
Cathy's heart with love is now humming
around that sweet little dog she's now chumming.
Misty ~ You ae giving us a much nicer usage of the word "chumming," one that works very well for Cathy & her pup.
In fact, it might be hard to find a better name for the lil' guy than "Chum"!
Thanks to all three for this morning sweetness.
~ OMK
Delightful poems by all today. Sandy, I'm thinking the cartoonists did their version of punning, a little different from Hoyt and Knurek.
OMK, it seems you've taken a page from Amy Lowell with your rhyme scheme.
Misty, for a second that ad in the paper for a "companion" seemed very "un-Misty". Oh, a puppy, whew.
WC
Yes, well, Wilbur, I was talking about the dangerous aspects of chumming for fish, not the pun, per se.
Did you ever get to read my take on Lowell's poem?
Delightful poems from Owen and Ol' Man Keith--thank you for those. You both worked all the Jumble words and solution in--good for you!
Lovely description of the beach, Owen,--makes me sad that I live so near to one and haven't been down there for several years now.
Keith, what a nice revisit to your ROTC days. Sounds like it was interesting and a good time.
And, Wilbur, thank you for checking in. We'll look forward to your poetry this weekend.
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