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Do I get to say, "Rabbit, rabbit!"?
Anyway, I get the solution, but didn't laugh. Just meh.
Yes, you do, Sandy! Happy New Year!!
Today’s Jumble:
The liquor mentioned in this poem bears the name of a fat hunting dog, a canine who put on extra pounds by eating scraps of food carelessly tossed its way.
Yes, this dog was …
“Stout of Orts”
I drank freely, straight from the bottle
of my Scotch “Obese Scout” brand.
Yes, I hit the New Year full throttle!
Oh, my head! Well, you understand…
My brain aches enough to beat out a march
like drummers banging “Triumphal Arch”!
~ OMK
Yes, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
And may it be a better one.
Thank you, Sandy, and a very HAPPY NEW YEAR 2022 to you!
I don’t usually like messages in all caps, but this is one that needs the extra oomph—to show how much hope & love we put into it.
Yes, we deserve a better year than we’ve been having of late.
May we each be blessed with insight this year, that Frank Capra-esque individual vision that lets us see how we can contribute our small—but potent—share to make this sad world better than it has been.
With love to all,
~ OMK
"Family Caring"
Nancy had a very sweet niece
who was, sadly, a bit obese
and subjected to friends' nasty tease.
So she encouraged the young girl to scout
a better diet and stop drinking stout.
This got her off the bottle
and helped her become a model.
Now her niece exercises freely
and her muscles are tight and steely.
She's become active in all sorts of sports
and wears short skirts and classy shorts.
She no longer needs tease protection
and gives Aunt Nancy all her affection.
Wow, Misty ~ Encouragement from Nancy is powerful stuff!
Its effect on her niece made a huge difference.
Well, New Year’s Day is surely the time for your message, in support of the idea that we are able to follow through on self-help resolutions!
Maybe Nancy has a career ahead as a “Life Coach”!
Glad she was able to get her niece off the bottles of stout (and presumably to quit munching orts)!
HAPPY NEW YEAR to You!!
And to Wilbur & Owen, and any additional visitors who happen upon our little site!!
May 2022 be a most gracious time--and a powerful turning point for the better--for us all!
~ OMK
A "Stout of Orts"? Well, I can imagine an obese scout--a boy scout, maybe, poor kid--a stout kid full of food scraps and leftovers. But I hope that that stout you drank on New Year's Eve that left you with an aching brain wasn't full of crap like that.
Never mind, Ol' Man Keith, I just want to wish you a healthy and happy and brilliant 2022, with tons and tons of clever poetry coming up.
Yes, Ol' Man Keith is a brilliant poet
and I want everyone to know it.
(and given the silly verse above
we know Misty is no poetic dove)
Thank you, Misty. I wish you too a good year ahead, both happy and healthy.
Our celebration here did not in fact include stout. We had our traditional mini-feast of champagne and shrimp.
Not quite so much of either as in years past. (My wife had one flute, and I had two.*)
And we chose to toast the incoming year on East Coast time....
BTW, I am not sure I would place an article ("A") in front of "Stout of Orts." I would interpret the phrase as "Fat, because of eating table scraps."
~ OMK
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* I trust you were as sensible, yes?
Just to let the gang know I'm still alive and "resolve" to give you more of the following:
[Chet reminisces with Lois, Cont]
[Neal (Chet's Sponsor)advised]
"When tempted by the bottle have some ice cream or cheese
But don't eat too freely, we don't want you becoming obese
Scout out various meetings, when the storm hits they'll be ports
Of refuge. For even the best of us are occasionally out of sorts"
WC
Your at-home New Year's Eve sounds lovely, OMK.
Clauder, home from work at 6, and I had a completely normal evening too. I cooked my only non-frozen dinner--salmon with a sauce, rice, and asparagus. Decided to have a small glass of my Bogle Merlot (which I had every night for decades) but no longer like it, and that was it. And we skipped watching the various New Year's Eve parades and events on TV in favor of an old Sargent Morse (a policeman--was he a Sargent?) mystery novel that I saved last year before the series was canceled. All in all, felt like a good New Year's Eve to me.
Wilbur, I can overeat without any connection to alcohol!! And you hit on two of my favorite foods, too.
Good advce from Neal, though.
Sandy my classmate turned to ice-cream when he joined AA. He eat it right out of the half gallon. Got very fat but stayed sober.
Married a classmate he met at reunion.
Wilbur, guess I don't have quite as much of an addictive personality as your classmate, which is a good thing, because I loooove ice cream.
(Have unfortunately gained weight during this pandemic, though!)
Good advice, Wilbur, hope folks follow it! And nice to have your poems back.
Now you've got me wishing I had a "flute" of champagne, OMK. Will try to store one for the next holiday ("Easter"? Valentine's Day?).
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