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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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“3 First Aid Mantras”
Asked about the price of revolution,
Stalin is said to have said:
“If I wanna make an omelet
I gotta crack some eggs on your head.”
Likewise, I doubt neither Rosencrantz
nor Guildenstern (whom he knew),
could be “hoist” by his “own petard”—
without disturbing a divot or two.
And when it comes to rocketry,
don’t think about sailing with the sun,
unless you’ve got the safety off.
(That’s just R. Science 101.)
~ OMK
"Lame Game"
The golfer tried to pivot
to avoid the muddy divot
which he nonetheless did hoist
even though it was quite moist
and flew into the air like a rocket
that he caught, and put into his pocket.
And so his safety he did protect
and no one should object
that he complained and cursed
when he needed to quench his thirst
and asked for some lemonade
that a waiter brought to his aid.
"Hoist" was for me an outlier word this time.
I couldn't imagine it in a modern setting, except of course for a flag-raising ceremony.
That's why I went back to Shakespeare, to the text of Hamlet--and one of its most-footnote-generating obscure phrases.
I salute Misty for daring to try it on a golf course, certainly one of the places where divots may be found.
But the "golfer" was nothing if not daring! I am not sure I read it correctly, but I think he was very lucky indeed to be able to protect his safety from the flying divot that was like a rocket caught in his pocket, somehow protected by, er, quenching his thirst with lemonade?
Did I get that right?
~ OMK
Oh dear, it happened again: I sent you a long cheery message, Ol' Man Keith, and when I checked just now, that message was gone and never registered here. I suspect it might have been because if the letters and signals we put around a person's name to capitalize it are not entirely accurate, our messages are not sent and can somehow be deleted.
Oh well, I can't repeat what I said except that it was about the words I don't really know, like "divot" and "petard" and others. And how much I also enjoyed your poem with your Stalin and Shakespeare references. So can one really 'hoist' oneself by one's own 'petard'?
Misty ~ I am not sure why your texts disappear. But you may be right about one possible reason, that by mis-typing a code signal, you might accidentally erase. In any case, you can be sure to keep your post (in order to fix it) if you click on command-A and command-C before you publish. If it doesn't go through, you can then retrieve your text with command-V.
These are the strokes you need for a Mac keyboard. Windows might be slightly different, maybe alt-A, alt-C, etc. But once you're in the habit, you can't lose.
I guess you already know "divot," because you used it.
"Petard" means "bomb." When Hamlet learns that his old "friends," Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, are secretly escorting him to be executed in England, he vows to arrange their deaths.
When Horatio expresses concern, Hamlet says he doesn't have any guilt, that they deserve to die. He will burrow in the earth below their metaphorical bomb and see that anyone who plots against him will be "Hoist with his own petard"-- In other words, "blown up with his own bomb."
What I was trying to puzzle out was exactly how you meant your "golfer" to protect himself from a wild-flying divot. Please read my interpretation: I was doing my best to follow your train of events but I had to make some leaps.
Was I making sense? Did I catch the sense you intended?
Or maybe you just wanted to "lead a merry chase," for comic effect.... ?
~ OMK
BTW, Hamlet follows through on his threat to kill R & G.
King Claudius has given R & G a letter to hand to the English King, telling him to execute Hamlet. Hamlet sneaks the letter from them & re-writes it to order the deaths of R & G-- and slips it back in the envelope.
Mission accomplished.
~ OMK
OMK, I'm afraid I just figured that after the golfer caught the divot he just felt like he could use a drink of something--even though I'm sure no drink has anything to do with a divot, does it? But your guess is right--my verses have far more to do with what rhymes than with what makes sense--especially this one.
I was about to assume you weren't going for the logic, but then it looked like you were telling us the secret of how he was protecting his safety, and that it was somehow tied to drinking lemonade.
It seemed a novel approach to security.
~ OMK
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