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| _oddity, spooky, inform, uproot, oriole, remove, on (the) lookout for it.Image(s) from the Internet.
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.
5 comments:
My second interpretation Of the phrase is that's where they already were, where the view was visible. This is what makes it a pun, right?
The solution wasn't overly difficult, after I saw that it had all those o's!! Fun effort.
FLN, Wilbur ~ I left a note of esteem for you, but maybe too late. Just want to be sure you got it.
Misty ~ FLN, No, you didn’t misunderstand. And I am pleased you took pleasure from my lil’ Croaker.
I was just concerned there could be resistance to a heavy topic on a playful site. Some object to taking aesthetic comfort from anything dealing with our “quietus.”
Reminder: Today’s my day off. I will look in later on.
~ OMK
Ollie the Oriole was a funny old bird!
An oddity amongst his feathered herd.
He was convinced that a spooky hex
Singled him out as the songbird to vex!
For one, the tree where he built his nest
In the last major storm, didn't pass the test.
The trunk was uprooted, and toppled over
He couldn't remove his "Playbird" of October --
(With the photos of a pulchritudinous Plover!)
He'd tell everyone to be on lookout
For bad luck that followed him about!
He'd inform them, he was hexed and cursed,
Anyone by him could expect the worst!
"Storm Reform"
The spooky storm was an oddity in the city,
and Kate almost lost her oriole and her kitty--
a loss that would have been a sad pity.
She realized she needed to reform
her practices, and also had to inform
her neighbors to uproot and to remove
a tree that threatened to crash on her roof.
They did and that took care of everything--
they now just need a lookout on what might problems bring.
At last Kate must no longer worry and chafe--
she and her animals will be safe.
Both Owen and Misty show their compassion today, each writing of characters facing bad luck.
The first offers three stanzas of hapless Ollie, a sad bird so unfortunate he brought bad luck to any who stood by him. Then along comes Kate, a worried soul who at least managed to "reform" herself and, working with her neighbors, bought a reprieve.
The latter three stanzas join the former in what almost appear-- in both style and substance--to be two chapters of the same six stanza poem!
How much are we learning from each other, guys?!
~ OMK
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