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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.
As a pun, it's not really very homophonic, but does seem like clever wordplay.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Owen, glad to see you here early am.
ReplyDeleteMisty, I answered your question, FLN. It was long so it's on 5/11
ReplyDeleteSandy, I wasn't sure that you'd like that pun
WC
[Chet's recounting to Eddie how it all started for him]
ReplyDeleteYes, that cute cookie who sidled up to me at that seedy bar
Was my now fiance Lois. I never dreamed we'd come so far
My life was a mess listening to Orbison's sad songs on the juke
But a Higher Power had other plans. Do you think it was all a fluke?
Your next step, Eddie, is to turn your will over, should you try it
And in the sixth, you'll become willing; with good sense you'll buy it
WC
FLN, Wilbur ~ Be sure to see my last note re. Lois in that “seedy bar.”
ReplyDelete”A Six-Cent Recipe”
Beside inadroit
moms, messy scraps often fluke
the neatest cookies.
OMK
"Good Cook"
ReplyDeleteMessy Bessy was a rookie
but she knew how to bake a good cookie.
It was no fluke--she had a sixth sense
about making fine condiments
that she served as a tasty siding
to friends who were sick or in hiding.
This made them happy and gay,
so they celebrated her birthday.
Sorry, Wilbur, I don't know how to return to yesterday's Jumble postings.
ReplyDeleteBut it makes me happy that Chet's "good cookie" turned out to be Lois, after all.
Ol' Man Keith, loved your adroit verse this morning, that you served as our siding.
Messy Bessy is an adept rhymer, Misty, and apparently works with finer condiments than my moms’ “messy scraps.”
ReplyDeleteYou were brave to use “siding” as a side dish. I was tempted, but chickened out.
My fave rhyme was “sense/condiments.”
Congrats on a relatively brief kitchen poem. Very tight. Looks like Bessy was an apt pupil in Home Ec.!
If you see the posting dates listed on the side of your screen, I can show you how to return to yesterday’s posting. Would you like me to do that?
~ OMK
Regarding Lois's take on meeting Chet.... Why she was there? I think she said she just had a hunch ...
ReplyDeleteWednesday, 2/9/22
Chair,Elite,Magnet,People;
Piecemeal
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Lois was so proud of Chet, he'd become one of the AA elite
Which is ironic for when he chaired or when he shared
It was about admitting defeat
He had a magnetism that drew people's rapt attention
For there was real peace, a serenity one could feel
Lois especially was drawn for she got a tingling sensation
And held Chet's hand tightly throughout the post meeting meal
*******
Remember Lois first saw Chet looking forlong and depressed
On a chair in that seedy bar. Was it pity she felt or a certain unrest
That stirred in her heart,
That said "Do your part"
Never thinking that first step would take them so far
*******
Thank you, OMK, but I found the link to yesterday's puzzle and was able to go back and find Wilbur's history of Chet and Lois. Thank you again for your adroit three-line verse this morning, and for your always kind comments about my long one.
ReplyDeleteWilbur, I did go back to yesterday's blog and it was wonderful to revisit the beginnings of Chet and Lois's history. So glad it worked out that they could be together in a new relationship.
ReplyDeleteNow we have to hope for and look forward to Eddie's recovery. And to other cases and situations Chet, and maybe Lois as well, will have to deal with.
Thank you for this complex and meaningful story. It's a pleasure to follow it.
I think what I was missing, Wilbur, was why Lois was in the joint, or bar (which you usually refer to as "seedy"), in the first place. Before she knew Chet.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that where they first met?
What was she doing hanging out there? Was it really the best ginger ale in town?
You say she "just had a hunch..." But surely that was after she was already in the bar and laid eyes on him, right?
Unless she has ESP and is motivated (like Sarah Brown) to go hunting for sad cases...
I may well have missed your explanation. If so, I apologize. It has just been nagging at me, that a reformed soul like Lois' would be patronizing such an establishment.
~ OMK
OMK, somewhere along the line Lois did explain(in rhyme). As I recall, friends of hers wanted to hear the band and she uncharacteristically accompanied them. She saw Chet and some (extrasensory?) feeling convinced her that she should reach out.
ReplyDeleteThose who subscribe to the principles attribute that kind of thing to more than coincidence.
There are debates about coincidence vs divine direction out there on the web. I simply Googled "Spiritual experience" and 1. Carl Jung. 2. No, mathematics refutes synchonicity(I can't find the essay on the latter)
It's up to each person to decide.
BTW, re. seedy. That was the J-word that started the whole saga.
WC
Here's an account that Lois gave re. The SEEDY bar. Note, SEEDY was the J-word that started it all in May, 2021
ReplyDeleteOddest,Unwind,Acidic,Hoopla,Alpaca,Forbid;
A Shadow of a Doubt
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[Chet asks Lois about her journey]
The key was canning the hoopla and accepting the message
It was far less about what was forbidden and focusing on the passage
For the only way out is through. Once I'd unwound and my acidic brain cleared up I began to learn my way around.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt the right sponsor is key as by now
You surely know. For the magic word in sobriety is HOW:
Honesty, Open-mindedness and Willingness. But who knows better
That we're not a glum lot; you should have seen my alpaca sweater.
Then came the oddest thing of all: Accepting the invite to that seedy place
And on the way out, looking back to the bar and seeing your sad, sad face.
So I went back, ordered a ginger ale until I gathered my nerve
I'm not that daring but Step number twelve asks us to serve
******
Dolly,Emcee,Walrus,Gallop;
Well groomed
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[Chet and Lois are billing and cooing]
That first night I liked what I saw; I spotted you at first glance
Though you were hardly well groomed; oh those khaki pants
You could have passed for an emcee if I'd had my jollies
Another thing I liked, you had no eye for the dollies
We're so different. For me it's John Lennon when I think of the walrus
And for you it's some golfer, Stadler, who could be driving a bus
But Lois, my dear, though my persona is hardly fizzle and pop
When it came to chasing you down I came running on the gallop
WC
Great conversations between Chet and Lois, Wilbur. Love hearing them talking to each other.
ReplyDeleteWilbur, I think you answered OMK's question. She went with friends to hear the music, saw Chet, and felt an instant connection and desire to help. We don't know what sort of music, but probably some jazz or blues, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteSandy, I'd bet that would be the kind of music Lois would like. But her friends? Maybe a local pop group.
ReplyDeleteChet was paat the point of caring about that eat of thing.
I do know that for depression and feeling sorry for yourself there's nothing like Roy Orbison
It does sound like for a smart AAer she brought her own transportation unless she was with other AAers
ReplyDeleteThen again, knowing she was sober she might have been the designated driver. In that case they needed to hang out while she talked to Chet
I don't know, I wasn't there
WC
Thank you, Wilbur ~ Thanks for re-checking the history.
ReplyDeleteI understand that you weren't there. But I figure Lois had to be trusting her companions that night. Since she was without an escort, I imagine it was a "girls night out."
She is too polite, I think, to keep her companions waiting, so I think they came in separate vehicles.
It adds to the verisimilitude to fill in the blanks.
~ OMK