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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.
6 comments:
A snake oil salesman is a snake oil salesman,
The same in the past as it is today!
Take, for example, Mr. Honest Buckman,
A tattoo artist of consummate sway!
His needle point was a matter of pride,
And for lesser inkers he had disdain!
But some earned more for mediocre work,
So his meager profit caused him pain.
Thus, he brewed a mixture of old snake oil,
And peddled his elixir on Q.V.C.,
Declaring, on his honor, it "infused the skin,
To bring out the pattern for all to see!
Drink half a bottle, to work from inside,
Draw the rest on yourself in the shape desired,
And in due time a painless tattooed image
Of whatever you drew, will have transpired!
But that isn't all, there's still more!
The tat would come with a pattern in plaid!
A little food coloring will seep in your skin
To permanently color! Won't your Mom be glad!
And if you send just a few dollars more,
You can get the deluxe version for paisley!"
He raked money in, and none admitted the dupe.
But just in case, he departed hastily!
“Symbolic Integrity”
What profiteth it a man to trade his soul?
Is one’s honor still intact?
The “plaid of the clan” is its textile parole.
Is “elixir of truth” too abstract?
The point of these queries won’t serve to hide
our ethical emblems—these icons of pride.
~ OMK
"Quirky Pop"
Dad wore plaid
as a sign of honor--
he was Scottish
and it made him glad.
His elixir was beer
which he held quite dear.
He quit his job in a snit
and lost much profit.
But it can't be denied:
he's still a point of pride.
Woohoo! Two great poems to start our day! Thanks to you both.
An amazing, complex, artful and yet delightful verse, Owen. Your abab rhyme beginnings are lovely, and the poetry is built into a plot with an always witty and fun ending. Love cool lines like "a little food coloring will seep in your skin/ To permanently color." Bravo!
Ol' Man Keith, the brevity of your offerings is always so skillful, and your verbal delights--"its textile parole"--are a poetic gift. Yay!
Misty has the right words in her response to your fantastic poem, Owen! Pairing both "complex" and "delightful," you take us on an imaginative trip through old-fashioned con-man territory.
And Misty, your own poem is a delight in both "change-up" & economy- starting off by breaking the couplet addiction and ending with the paradox of the proud but feckless "Dad."
Good show!
~ OMK
Thank you for the kind comment, OMK--I needed that!
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