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| _basic, wring, onward, speedy, dry as a bone.Image(s) from the Internet.
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Another haiku:
ReplyDelete(SEE below the poem for the explanation & the title.)
Speedy wrestling grips
progress onward from neck-wrings
to basic bone blows.
A Spoonerism title ~
Imagine somebody’s kids being offered a training course in wrestling moves (above), but instead countering with a request for a flying object…
“Buy Us a Drone!”
~ OMK
My mother had a basic wringer-washer.
ReplyDeleteAn electric agitator in a washtub,
And on the top, to dry clothes faster,
Sat the wringer, two bone-crushers snug.
Wet clothes went twixt the roller pair
That wrung most water into the vat.
Still a bit damp, out in fresh air
They hung on lines, to dry them pat.
Onward into the future, we see
Dryers tumbling wet clothes in heat,
To make the process more speedy.
Isn't progress like this neat?
"Recovery"
ReplyDeleteJoan was prone to moan
and hated being alone.
Her soul was as dry as a bone.
It was hard for her to go onward
but she got some help from a bard
who gave her a singing card.
This basic aid helped her wring
her troubles by letting her sing.
And so her recovery was speedy
and Joan is no longer needy.
How interesting that both colleagues, Owen & Misty, keyed off of “wring” for their smart poems—for a nostalgic tribute to his mom’s wringer-washer (I remember the same on our own back porch), and for the therapeutic catharsis in Joan’s singing.
ReplyDeleteI guess I should add my own little verse’s debt to the same word, as it formed the first entry in my catalogue of punishments. Fun, isn’t it, to see how many different uses to which a single simple word may be put!
And the good Dr Spooner deserves another posthumous credit today for putting the finishing touch to my brief benefaction.
Haul ale!
~ OMK
While out one night, Chet and Lois ran into Lenny from Angie's Place
ReplyDelete"Szzup, old buddy, long time no see. You disappeared without a trace."
"I've moved onward, Len. No more booze, no more weed no more speed;
It's a new life. basically I'm dry as a bone. Sober's the new creed.
No more wringing my neck, waking up in a foggy state of mind.
Yes, I go to those meetings and hang out with a different kind."
WC
Wilbur, what's Angie's Place?
ReplyDeleteLenny, a new protagonist? He sounds like a good compatriot for sober living.
Or wait! That was Chet talking; don't know anything about Lenny.
ReplyDeleteI half-expected Wilbur to come up with a 4th interpretation for "wring."
ReplyDeleteBut it looks like it is just Chet swearing off using it in a manner that replicates my own usage (in haiku line 2).
Ah, well, "great minds...."
Love Len's word, "Szzup"!
I wonder where on earth Chet could have come up with the phrase, "Dry as a bone"?
I suspect a reverse-Spoonerism.
~ OMK