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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.
FLN, Wilbur ~ A delightful, extended dialogue twixt Smaug & Bilbo finished yesterday in fine style.
ReplyDeleteIt was a grand way to end the day, and we thank you for it.
And here is my March 4 poem again, just as I posted it last night—
Intro: I am a certified hypnotherapist, having spent a few years researching the relationship between the art of acting and “performance trance.”
I assure you that at least 50% of the following is true.
“Trance Administration”
Among hypnotic inductions, I favor one in which
the subject recalls the aroma
of a warm childhood scene. It works with hardly a glitch,
though once I caused a coma-
like spell in a police-department snitch.
A rare but real condition, for which “to chill” is the cure,
to use an icy release from trance—& all warmth abjure.
~ OMK
The frat boy accosted the dean.
ReplyDeleteThe iciest stare he did glean!
He swore that they meant no harm.
It was the snitch who raised an alarm!
He had an aroma of a loser,
But not of a substance abuser.
So we still agreed to induct him.
He thought the ceremony too grim.
Yes, we use the paddle -- just lightly
And only once during rush, not nightly!
The hazing, I administered it myself;
It was as slight as if done by an elf!
Keith, my apologies for posting late, so you had to put your comments at the tail of yesterday's.
ReplyDeleteI thought I had already taken care of it. But when I went to add the colored picture, I found it wasn't to be found!
I'm afraid I'm finding myself in a brain fog more and more these days. Can't be covid, so I worry it's the first sign of dementia. :(
"Rich Snitch"
ReplyDeleteThe lawyer administered a rule
which the snitch found pretty cool.
He was inducted into a bakery
which tolerated no fakery.
His cake toppings could not have been icier
with the aroma of his cupcakes even nicer.
And so the snitch became a great cook
and the lawyer closed his book.
s'Okay, Owen ~ You do plenty for us, more than enough.
ReplyDeleteI hear you when you worry about the potential for dementia. As we age, we can't escape that concern.
On the one hand, I am glad that I seem to still have most of my wits about me at 83; OTOH, I wonder if life might not be happier if I were less aware of all the physical erosion claiming my aching bones & organs!
For me, the harbinger of a possible serious mental decline is the collapse of the shortest of my short term memory. I can rarely remember why I have left one room to enter another.
That may not be so unusual, but here's one for you: my mother-in-law gets up early & always leaves the newspaper on my wheelchair for me. The other day I came downstairs, reached my chair, and lifted the paper in my left hand. With my right hand I clicked the button to power the chair and, staring down at the now-empty seat, called to her, "Wasn't there a paper this morning?"
Your poem's reference to the "paddle" reminds me t we had just such a device in my high school back in the '50s. I was on the "broadcast staff" of my school. There were always 4 or 5 students responsible for announcing bulletins every morning over our school's speaker system. The paddle was used in case any of us got out of line by allowing a casual obscenity into our spiel.
In my case, the only infraction was when I was in my junior year. I had occasion to say something too one-sided, like "Yay, Juniors!" Once we were "off-the-air," I had to bend over and take my whacks.
Who wielded the paddle, you ask? Why, our principal of course!
I doubt that would be allowed today.
Misty ~ That seems a most unusual--'tho happily symbiotic--relationship between a lawyer and his snitch. But I guess most such relations are unusual.
Anyway, I'm glad the guy became a "great" cook, not just one of your regular corner bakery chefs.
I would say that relationship could not have been nice-ier.
~ OMK