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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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That was right on!
”Getting Right On It”
“It ain’t my first rodeo,” he said,
“And I hope it won’t be my last.”
With those words Flight Officer Jedd,
a veteran of three wars (and one crash),
signed off on the call to his base.
He turned his craft to the south
so that, if losing the chase,
it’d impel his debris into the mouth
of the river shielding the fleet
of the foe’s gunboats. // “It would do,”
he thought wryly, “for the sweet
and decent way to bid Adieu…”
Time now to steady his nerves & the ship:
which target to choose of the three?
The incoming missile (so far just a blip),
railgun emplacement, or the quay?
The last holding tanks of diesel, which
support that hiding fleet. “That’s it,”
he said aloud, and his fingers itched
as he gave the trigger cap a flick.
He scattered his chaff to the sky,
to draw that missile from his trail,
then dropped his wing tanks (making a si-igh),
and pointed his nose, the better to nail
a belly bomb over tanks three & four.
He saw the quay approaching fast
& lined up his aim for the score.
He squeezed off the shot while whooshing past
& behind him heard the first of the blasts,
allowing half seconds for heat to reach
beneath the lids, to effect a breach
& blow the gasses & fuels—Ka ~BOOM!!
— burning the dock; sealing enemy doom.
“They know I’m here at last,” he thought.
“How long before my ticket gets bought?”
~OMK
Sam Sloan, P.I., got a call,
A poltergeist had sparked a brawl!
But at no haunted manse was this.
It was a rodeo that was amiss!
Bull riders often took to flight
As bucking bulls they tried to fight.
But something blocked decent descent,
As up a second time they went!
The paranormal investigator checked,
And a strange ghost he did detect!
A ectoplasmic bull was in the ring,
And fallen riders he'd skyward fling!
Competitors got an extra ride on
The ghostly bovine demon spawn!
Sam finally figured out how to impel
The bilious bull bogey to dispel!
"Rider"
Ronald always took great pride
in getting on a rodeo ride.
He loved to yell
at his horse to impel
him to run like hell.
Much time he spent
keeping his steed decent
because he treasured his flight
come morning or night
and worked hard
to get everything right.
A macho morning so far, from a combat pilot to ghostly Brahma breakers… Was there something in those J-words to inspire such a turn?
Both poems leave their conclusions “in the air.” I gotta wonder what hoodoo or voodoo Owen’s PI used to rid the rodeo of that bovine haint?!
~ OMK
At first I thought I’d posted too soon, before I could see Misty’s contribution published.
But as it turns out, she too went with the machismo. I can picture her cowboy yelling at his steed to “run like hell.”
All three verses today depict guys in the driver’s seat.
Time now for a little feminine diversity?
Sandy ~ Sorry, I didn't mean to overlook you.
I appreciate your associating today's solution with a favorite catch-phrase of my hippier years.
As we used to pronounce it: "Rat Own, Sister!"
~ OMK
OMK, I like your phonetic spelling; I can really hear someone saying that!
Wow! Wow! What amazingly long and complex verses we received from both Ol' Man Keith and Owen this morning! Terrific!
'Jedd' is certainly a great name for a flight officer, isn't it? And what a record--a veteran of three wars! And here he is again having to make a decision about which of three targets to choose! For someone who often produces two or three line verses, OMK, this was a pretty amazing and outstanding production from you! Thank you, so much for this treat. I didn't even bother to check if Jumble words and solutions were there because the drama just overcomes silly points like that.
And then, if that weren't already a morning excitement, we received another wonderful treat from you, Owen: a poltergeist rodeo with an ectoplasmic bull in the ring! Rodeos don't get more exciting and fantastic (literally) than this, so once again, an extraordinary poetic offering. Many thanks to you too.
Then comes Misty's simple Ronald who didn't do much more than keep his horse clean, while trying to get him to speed up. I usually choose names triggered by the topic--in this case, 'rodeo' got me to name Ronald. Afterwards I realized that my sweet Rowland might not have been flattered by this.
All this fun stuff makes me look forward to tomorrow, but it's a very busy Wednesday for me so I'm not sure I'll be able to check in. But I'll wish everyone a good day.
I appreciate your trusting me to cover the J-words, Misty. You'll find them all, I believe, in my first stanza. Like you, I found the drama taking over, so that's why I saw it through to the end.
Well, not exactly to the end, I guess--as I wanted to leave it with Jedd's own gambler's uncertainty.
(Glad you liked "Jedd." I just needed something to ride with "said."
It was "Fred" at first, but I needed something to look more like a surname.)
Take whatever time you need tomorrow. As I have noted, I am still looking for my own days to take off. I expect those will come whenever I am too tired--or the J-words are too tough to handle.
~ OMK
I'm here. Enjoyed the various rodeos and War scenes. I did notice OMK handled the J's and then handled the enemy in his airplane.
WC
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