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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(Susan Day was cast in a movie, but she bowed out.
When her agent was asked why, he responded:
“The script requires the actress to do a scene naked.
“But,” he said…)
“Sue Day Won’t.”
“‘Storm scene’? Felt detached.
Same with ‘Young Hounds.’ But Sue’d
quit,
rather than do nude.”
~ OMK
Wordle 13 June ‘23
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Wordle 724 4/6
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W724 - ”Onomatopoeia”
My lil’ bro hated the bottom bunk.
All day long he went ‘round in a funk.
At bed time, he plopped down with a “…..!”
~ OMK
Do Say You W’ont
“Don’t hound me to practice piano,”
The young virtuoso pled.
“I just want to detach, dream also,
And plunk out a few tunes,” he said
“Let me be stormy or sad;
It’s the best therapy to be had.”
Plenty of W clues today for Misty with all the rhyming words provided by OMK and Owen. I was fortunate to guess the first letter on my first word. (I actually used the last word in the first line of my poem as my W opener today.)
OMK- That J answer did not lend to a Spooner title. I see that you resorted to using a name. Very effective. Some actresses don’t want to be remembered forever for nude scenes (even if they are a 10).
"Weather Crisis"
The stormy weather did us hound
and the drenching rain
us nearly drowned.
Our children were still quite young
and the crisis their spirits stung.
In order from all that to detach them
we decided it was best to dispatch them.
With their grandparents they could stay
which gave them much time to play.
And now to come home to us folks
they are happily on their way.
Out in the Ozarks one stormy May
Young Max, for his eleventh birthday
Felt that his joy knew no bound
At the gift of his own hunting hound!
He named his new dog Mister Jay
They looked forward to hunting one day.
But when chasing a 'coon with a pack,
Mister Jay would often detach.
He'd find a shortcut to a tree
Where he sensed the racoon would flee.
There he'd sit and silently wait
For the rest of the dogs on the chase.
Max noted this odd behavior to say,
"You should call other dogs, but you don't bay!"
Misty- marvellous rhyming today (hound/drowned, detach/dispatch). How wonderful that the grandparents could take the children out of harm’s way. As a grandparent, I love to have my grandchildren visit, but am usually tired when they leave.
Owen enlarged on the hound theme with a story about Mister Jay., who didn’t bay. Interesting.
Ol' Man Keith, what an interesting story about Susan Day. Is she the same actress as the one spelled Susan Dey? Well, in any case, she was smart to stand up for herself and do only scenes she felt comfortable about.
Owen, your first poem cracked me up, and your second one is very sweet with the young boy naming his new dog Mister Jay--delightful.
And, CanadianEh!, you too offered us a brave artist willing to stand up for himself. Good for him! And you also worked all the Jumble words and solution into your neat, terse verse.
And thank you for your always kind and sweet comments about my poem. You sound like a wonderful grandmother!
No, Misty, that is NOT the retired actress named “Dey.” I made this one up, so used the wrong spelling on purpose.
Glad you asked, as I wouldn’t want to ascribe opinions I’m not sure about to a real person.
You are right, however, that artists need to stand up for themselves.
Back when I was producing theater, I staged four or five shows which required nudity. As an actor I did one almost naked scene. These were always careful projects, not wanting to be merely exploitative. Nowadays, I understand, professional productions employ ‘intimacy’ advisers or directors who counsel (console?) the artists and director as to what is comfortable.
I see reports in which actors say these coaches make things easier.
But I dunno. An extra person seems to overload the setting. When I was responsible, we just tried to be very clear during auditions about what would be expected of the actors if they were to be cast. Then in rehearsals, we would clear the set of all extraneous persons, and work the scene at the actor’s own pace.
Your poem honors parents who are careful of their young children’s feelings, an attitude deserving of readers’ respect.
My only reservation is in regard to the use of “dispatch them.” I appreciate that it rhymes conveniently with “detach them,” but its common meaning—to “kill them”—can’t be easily left behind.
Yes, I know it also conveys the sense you desire, but I don’t think you want the black humor I enjoyed—with a hearty, out-loud guffaw!
Whoops! Then I read the last stanza. Shut my mouth!
~ OMK
CanadianEh! ~ It’s not only actresses who may not wish to be “remembered forever”—or even through next Friday!—for a nude scene. I had a director who had me strip as Brutus in act 2 of Julius Caesar, to mime a self-flagellation exercise. It made sense in his interpretation, but I certainly dieted and exercised my abs for months leading up to our opening!
Many years later, decades actually, I played King Lear.
He is said to be naked on the heath.
Historically, actors have taken that figuratively, but we have grown more literal on the stage these days. This director had me down to a loin cloth. I was then in my 60s (Lear is in his 80s), and there’s a certain advantage to old age: nobody expects you to be a centerfold.
Still, old Lear can’t be flabby; he’s an active military commander.
Your poem shows another way in which performing artists may wish to be humored.
My impression is that most piano virtuosos insist on hours of practice every day. But I guess “young” ones—kids—may be more resistant.
My guess is that real virtuosos deserve to be listened to. They are probably their own best coaches!
~ OMK
Young Max got hisself one smart dog there, Owen.
Mr. Jay got ‘tall figured out. Yessir.
Now, ‘tall ‘pends on how smart them ‘coons gets to be!
~ OMK
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