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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.
Whoa! IMHO, a really awkward construction, reaching way too far for a connection.
ReplyDeleteFLN, Misty & CanadianEh! ~ Sorry I posted so late to you last night; just hope you saw my notes.
ReplyDelete~ OMK
Sad news. My source for the color pictures appears to have gone off-line. I feel around for an alternate source.
ReplyDeleteI am being more forgetful with the passage of time.
ReplyDeleteIt seems like an outage occurs in my brain.
Or perhaps it is like a fleet of ships that has sailed.
Whatever the cause, it leaves me sprawled on the shore
Wiping the slimy weeds from my eyes.
Yes OMK, I always read the later posts from both blogs before I start the new day.
Thanks for your kind words. I couldn’t create any rhymes today, but I did manage to include all the Jumble words and WORDLE answer.
Misty- great Wordle results!
"Neat Fleet"
ReplyDeleteThe crew decided to meet
to discuss problems with the fleet.
The slimy cabins did sprawl
and their odors did all appall.
A power outage made everything dark
so the voyage was no longer a lark.
The new captain found all this a crime
and over the passage of time
made the fleet clean and no longer ailing
and now the crew once again loves sailing.
She spends her time at home, sending emojis to her pals…
ReplyDelete“Pandemic Passage”
No more fleet o’ foot,
she sprawls thru Covid’s outage,
mailing smileys out.
~ OMK
That’s fine, Canada, rhyme can be overrated, a distraction from sense. Your tetrameter of mixed feet is a refreshing change for us, as are your nautical & ocular metaphors.
ReplyDeleteBut your rhymes, Misty, work well in setting up the miserable state of an old-timey fleet. In two stanzas, you give us a mini-drama, a filthy condition reversed by a hero-captain!
Thank you, both, for your gifts!
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, thank you for your very kind comments, both yesterday and today. They always make me happy about creating verses for this blog.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for your delightful verse this morning. Interestingly, I too had SMILY before SLIMY when I first started this puzzle.
And thank you for your neat offering this morning, CanadianEh!--doesn't have to rhyme to be poetic.
Works either way, Misty, although as you can see I prefer (as does Google spell-correct) the added "e" in the happier word.
ReplyDelete~ OMK
Thanks OMK and Misty for your kind words on my “mixed feet”.
ReplyDeleteToo easy today—because of the CanadianEh! hint!
ReplyDeleteWordle 332 3/6
⬜⬜🟨⬜⬜
🟩🟩🟨🟨🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
~ OMK
Sorry to give Wordle away OMK. I am surprised you got such a common word out of my post!
ReplyDeleteI see that I forgot to post my result. I think we had the same word for our second last try (but not the first)?
Wordle 332 4/6*
⬜⬜🟨⬜⬜
🟩🟨⬜🟨⬜
🟩🟩🟨🟨🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Took me forever, as you can see. Not sure that I'm cut out for Wordle, but I'll keep trying it for a bit longer. I should have looked more carefully for your Wordle answer in your verse, CanadianEh! That might have helped a lot.
ReplyDeleteWordle 332 6/6
⬜⬜⬜🟨🟨
🟨🟨🟨⬜⬜
⬜⬜🟩🟩🟩
⬜⬜🟩🟩🟩
⬜⬜🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
I think you're right, that my 2nd must've been the same as your 3rd.
ReplyDeleteI was trying for a different word of yours (SHORE) at first.
But I didn't think you were printing the exact words, maybe twisting them around. That's why my first attempts were (near-) anagrams of your bare words.
Otherwise, I would have had it in two!
~ OMK
Here's my wordle done before any hints
ReplyDeleteWordle 332 4/6
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟩⬛⬛⬛
🟨🟩🟩🟨⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
I had NEIGG for my 3rd guess. It worked to setup the answer.
Misty, the key is solving the wordle. The fun is in getting down to 3,5,6 and the pressure is on.
Lots of imagination in your poem today
NEIGH of course
ReplyDeleteI'm combining Tuesday and Wednesday
ReplyDeleteChet was pondering how fleet is the passage of time
A year ago in slimy pubs just trying to unwind.
Pondering the cruelness of fate on the verge of desperation
Everything seemingly arrayed against him while looking for sedation
In whiskey, wine and beer while sprawled out on the couch
His main phobia? Living out old age minus the female touch.
WC
And if I haven't already, I welcome Canadian-eh to our little confab. I noticed that clever poem you posted Monday, mon ami.
ReplyDeleteWC
How depressing Chet's memories are! And how happy his hopes for the future!! Chet and Lois have such an encouraging story.
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