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Alcatraz Versus The Evil Librarians:
Al is a wizard, the villains are aliens,
Horn-rimmed glasses
Mark their faces.
It's a series of books for grade-school sapiens.
Wordle 698 4/6
⬜⬜⬜🟨⬜
🟨🟨⬜🟩🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Today’s Jumble haiku:
(We couldn’t afford to sail a fancy private ship from San Francisco Bay.
But we needed to coordinate our strokes as we pulled our four-man boat [plus dog] past the Golden Gate… )
“Lap (‘two fo’’), Husky!”
Light words were spoken
as we rowed our uppity
skiff through Yacht Harbor.
~ OMK
Roman Abramovich, the oligarch,
Is trying to get back his yacht.
He has a fleet, but sanctions meant
They were seized by governments.
With his billions, the cost is light,
It's a status symbol that's outta sight.
He's petitioning uppity bureaucrats
That's his boat, and he wants it back!
But the government has spoken.
Confiscated yachts are a token.
Make old Putin back off Ukraine,
He can have his boats again!
He'll be a happy-go-lucky guy
When Zelenskyy in peace can sigh.
Michael rowed is boat ashore
A yacht is was not
Such a pity, not to be uppity
Shorn of pride, he saw the light
Reality had spoken he'd give up the fight
He'd go join his old friend Ed Stuckey
And together sail off all happy go-lucky
For inside that boat were mushrooms galore
Wordle 698 4/6
⬛⬛⬛🟨⬛
🟨⬛⬛🟨⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
WC
Wordle was not mentioned but my penultimate guess , like everyone's, is
I don’t recommend using guess three to be “W”, as you might lose your head.
( had to separate my W comment into a second post today.)
I see that Owen and WC were at the seaside with their third guesses.
Owen- I am stumped by your W poem. Hint please?
FLN- thanks Owen. I’m not good at cryptics.
You almost got me again today, but now I see the hidden W.
WC use one of his guesses and the W in his poem.
Back later when I do the J.
W is hidden in last word of line2 and first of line3. Al vs. Evil Librarians is a real book series. I read the teaser excerpt of the first 40 pages, and it looks like a very good Harry-Potteresque style story.
"Silly Courtship"
Harry's girlfriend lived in a yacht
that her dad had won, playing a pot.
She was never uppity, but modest and bright
and her hopes for the future were simple and light.
So the time came when Harry gave her a token
after about possible marriage they had spoken.
This made her feel happy and lucky
and, for thanks, she bought him a ducky.
Now they're married and are enjoying several pets,
and about their silly courtship they have no regrets.
Ah, the privilege of wealth, that the change of season brings a brand new coiffure. But the rest of the package may not be as “haute couture”.
Gappy Tho Lucky
Head shorn,
Light weight for the heat,
Easy care on a summer morn,
And days on the yacht.
But don’t be uppity
And outspoken before you ought;
You’ll still need a hat to prevent sunburn,
(And those missing teeth may cause concern)!
OMK- Images of your husky rowing as the cox calls the rhythm, plus the unity skiff and Yacht Harbor (what- no U?!) brought a smile.
We all had a boat courtesy of the J. Owen reminds us of the Russian invasion of Ukraine, and the sanctions imposed. Great work.
WC’s Michael’s boat is not so pretentious, but the mushrooms (magic I presume) make up for it.
Misty has a light-hearted girl who was lucky in her father’s gift, and in her courtship and marriage. And what a novel gift to give her groom - a ducky!
Thanks all.
O' Man Keith, how nice that you took your dog on a boat trip. Just hope he didn't get sea sick.
Wilbur--exciting to get a cool poem from you. Hope Michael and Ed had a great trip sailing!
Owen: Wow! Interesting how a yacht messed up Russian politics in such a complicated way!
CanadianEh!, your poor guy is sadly in pretty terrible shape, getting sunburn on his bald head because he doesn't have a hat, and having trouble eating with his missing teeth. How did he ever manage to live on a yacht?
Have a great day, everybody!
Owen ~ Can’t feel sorry for Abramovich.
As an oligarch, his fortune is presumably “Ill-got.”
He probably doesn’t deserve to get that yacht back even when he may pressure Rootin’-Putin.
Sorry, CEh! ~ I didn’t mean to confuse you; the Husky isn’t actually rowing, but is just a passenger.
Your sailor seems adaptable according to the position and duration of the sun. But what happened to the poor guy’s teeth? I missed the cause of dedentrication.
Or is that just an incidental observation?
Hey, Wilbur, glad to see you back in poetic harness!
I used to love singing Michael’s old hymn.
We never knew about the mushrooms, but then what could we know? We were just kids.
In later years (but now long ago) my trip ticket was paid by Morning Glory seeds—before the distributors added poison to them.
Misty ~ That girlfriend must really love Harry. To live on her own yacht, yet continue to be in a Misty poem while accepting tokens from Harry, she must have known marriage is dead ahead.
It’s at least a 99% probability!
Harry gets a yacht.
And she gets—Harry!
~ OMK
W698
In the wee hours of the morn
a new day is born.
Give a blast of the horn,
get the sheep outta the corn,
for it’s time to be …..!
~ OMK
OMK- I have no idea what happened to my sailor’s teeth. But I had to have something in the poem that tied into the Gappy in the title. As they say, “Necessity is the Mother . . .”
W698 poem is great. Interesting conjugation of that J verb, with its rhymes for the W.
I'm just not much good at poetry, so forgive me if I always have trouble getting the ends of your verses, Ol' Man Keith. I did my best, I think, but is your W698 ending:
"for it's time to be SCORN? SHORN? TORN? or WORN?" Or is it something else (MOURN or that P word) or not a rhyme at all?
Sorry for bothering you about this, but I'm just so curious.
Too soon to hand out the answer, Misty, but you’ll know it yourself if you…
(A) Do the Wordle,
-or-
(B) Ask yourself, what happens to sheep? Esp., that rhymes?
~ OMK
Not too early to reveal shorn.
BTW, while researching my poem, I discovered Abramovich has *16* super yachts!
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