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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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Mary Payson was in a hurry,
Thru the foyer she had to scurry!
A trial would be starting soon,
She must get to the courtroom.
The judge gaveled the court to order,
Confirmed the readiness of the recorder.
Mary's client tried to look innocent,
Hard to do for this current incident.
She did well, her client could attest.
Got the real culprit to confess!
He was free, it felt great, oh yes!
Like walking on clouds in a helium vest.
When each flight meant money,
this disappointment hampered…
”Its Gelt Freight”
They sued the helium provider for the airship’s poor lift.
Expert witnesses gathered in the foyer of the court,
ready for the gavel to attest to the drift
of the craft—adulterate gas counting as a tort.
The judge agreed: weak gas kept the balloon
from reaching its goals, neither “sixpence” nor “moon.”
~ OMK
FLN: (Referring to your note to me 1/17) You are welcome, Wilbur!
Any good wishes pour moi? I mean concerning my silly effort? Always appreciated.
& FLN, Misty ~ you got my reference to your recalcitrance?
I would not think to accuse thee of recidivism...
~ OMK
OMK, I meant to post this last night. I liked your use of alliteration much like JRR in the start of "The Dirge of Boromir "
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes.
WC
I looked in vain for the word ESTATE. Oops, there's 3 T's to account for as any jumbletonian would attest.
Speaking of "Gelt freight" I believe yesterday was the 70th anniversary of the Brinks Job
Pay was made in cash for many companies as late as the 60s.
WC
Hardly had the gavel sounded for the final prayer
Than Chet and Lois were breathing the air
From the foyer of the hall - pure oxygen not like the helium
Of those seedy bars with their air of despair and endless tedium
"It feels great", Lois exclaimed, "I no longer have chains on my vest.
Except that lovely locket you gave me as you'll surely attest".
WC
"Successful Case"
The client met with his lawyer
one afternoon in the foyer.
He needed an attorney to attest
that his dachshund was not a pest
that his neighbor's garden had messed.
This required some legal debate
but the case ended up great.
After hearing the judge's gavel,
client and dog could once again travel.
Now his spirits were no longer numb
but soared like helium.
Ol' Man Keith, I'm afraid I didn't understand your references to my recalcitrance, and your willingness not to accuse me of recidivism. Could you please explain this to me, maybe on e-mail?
I’m tickled by the lofty comparison, Wilbur Lad!
I don’t deserve it, but still—!
I was surprised to see there are four (in)famous Brinks jobs. But you are right: the original & best known was in Boston in 1950, exactly 71 years to the day from yesterday.
But MLKjr Day occupied my thoughts, esp. the paradox in which granting the man a federal holiday seems to have gelded him. In his time, his was a fierce presence, not just that of an inspiring “dreamer.” We can remember his power, but new generations have little to latch onto.
I enjoyed how Chet & Lois felt after the “final prayer.” They deserved their elation.
And I gotta subtle kick outta how you & Misty both had cause for uplift—but how you each used that outlier word “helium” in opposite ways.
Misty ~ Yes, check your email—after Noon.
Today your client’s dog may not have understood the finer points of the legal debate, but I’m sure it would’ve picked up on the woman’s “helium”-assisted soaring spirit!
I didn’t mean to leave you out, Owen. It may be that going first places you so much earlier that a recap may forget to reach back.
But your Mary deserves kudos for her professional zeal in getting a (maybe guilty?) client off.
I see you & Misty share the happier (hoppier?) sense of “helium.”
~ OMK
Wilbur, glad Chet and Lois are happy and together. Don't quite get the chains on the vest part. Is that metaphorical?
A whole new slant to the term RnR, eh
Wilbur ~ Don't quite understand what "RnR" is referring to.
Sandy ~ I assume the chains are metaphorical (unless Wilbur sys No). A combination of weight and entrapment.
Poetry often relies on (descends into?) the metaphorical--as I aimed to do with my "moon" and "sixpence."
Truly, my balloon did not expect to make it to the moon "moon."
~ OMK
Re. "Chains".. Poetic was my intent. Lois was referring to the "Chains" of alcohol dependency and hopelessness. And of course the chain that held her locket.
Speaking of locket…
Chet now had a sunny disposition, he no more wore da face
Ready with a laugh, ready with a smile, ready to help in any case
With Big Book close at hand, a Higher Power by his side, he had no fear
Confident that an anniversary locket would be his at the end of a year
Perhaps Lois's locket had been presented by Chet
And... re. RnR. I was referring to recidivism and recalcitrance.
WC
It just keeps getting and better for Chet and Lois, doesn't it!🤗🤗
Thanks for the explano, Wilbur...
Ah, yes, the new RnR, words:
words that, when combined, warn against a stubborn refusal to reform the error of one's ways!
(Enough negatives?!)
~ OMK
Big Book
Higher Power
Sponsor
Your poems seem to cover all the bases, Wilbur. I knew very little of AA before, but you offer something like a shorthand version of the entire program.
~ OMK
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