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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.
"Camping"
ReplyDeleteThe couple's prefix for going to the woods
was by both of them well understood.
Once a month they'd be happy campers,
along with their kids still in pampers.
These brief visits would be placid and spicy,
and quite cheap, and not at all pricey.
And by keeping them near and dear,
it gave the whole family good cheer.
Just rechecked April 19 and saw OMK's poem for today. So I am not the first one to post, even this late, as I thought.
ReplyDeleteAnd Wilbur, yes it is definitely groan time for today's solution. It is a pun, but hardly merits the name. Not happy with it at all!
ReplyDeleteI am re-posting my verse from late last night =====>
In order to stop consumer police
from depressing prices,
we have secret…
“Cop(py) Hampers”
A spicy prefix
hikes sales on even placid
products, month by month.
~ OMK
LOL, Misty ~ prefix = pretext!
ReplyDeleteI love how you can bend the language, just like Humpty Dumpty. Why shouldn’t poets, of all people, make words do our bidding?
Camping seems a perfectly placid family outing, regardless of its spicy reality, eh? A neat poem, one that appeals on a double level…
Sandy ~ Yeah, this solution is a real groaner, too cutesy by half!
~ OMK
Didn't see your delightful verse last night, Ol' Man Keith--many thanks for posting it again this morning. Loved the way you worked all the Jumble material right into it. But I'll hope that those hiked sales prices won't linger for long.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, as always, for your kind comments about my production.