There are several other Jumble blogs, but the ones I checked all started off by listing the answers. In this blog, answers can be either hinted at or masked by burying them in comments. No overt spoilers!
The quartermaster's job is a thankless one. He's only noticed when something is bum. He has rigid rules he must follow to the letter, But the troops are harsh when he can't do better!
"This coat's too tight, I need one loose!" "These pants are too small for my caboose!" "The TV is on the blinks, reception is spotty!" "We're out of T.P. for the officer's potty!"
The quartermaster never can win for losing. The supplies he has aren't always his choosing. Still, the job he has, does have its perks. You can recognize him by the best-fitting shirts!
Well the Quartermaster* said "How'd you like some steaks?" . " Great", I said(This was called a 'huss'). He'd want a favor later .
Said steaks sat rotting in my little fridge until I had a great idea . I said to my 'mamma-san' "Help yourself" . Ingenious, she's happy ("You #1 , you #1!), and I'm rid of those disgusting steaks .
Next day, every Vietnamese (f) on the base is around a giant pot. "Come eat, Lieutenant!". AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!! I say to self. Yes, I ate. I kept telling myself 'They know what they're doing' .
My stomach's been quesy ever since .
The moral? "When the steaks turn, The Louies burn" . I know you can do better
The Mess Sergeant was easy to convince, I gave the steaks to mamma-san without a wince. She made a Vietnamese brew, A sort-of steak stew -- My stomach's been quesy ever since!
Hoo Woo! I bet I beat everybody today. Not bragging (oh, no!), but modestly stating a fact. All four prelim words and the final fell into place before I got outta bed. I just pulled it up on my iPad, and solved it w/o a pencil or a single mark to help. In nano-secs.
Now, just wait 'til ὕβρις catches up with us later in the week. Heh heh.
I solved it quite early this morning but with the news of Marilyn's death I had no time to post. Good for all of you! This was easy, neither HARSH nor SPOTTY. In fact I had the final solve even before analyzing the letters. Wilbur Charles: Nice!
Embedding words in your comments is fine, even encouraged to some extent. After all, that's what I do with my poems. But until after closing time, please don't draw attention to them by capitalizing, italics, or bold. Thank you.
|.rigid, harsh, loosen, spotty, lose his shirt.
13 comments:
The quartermaster's job is a thankless one.
He's only noticed when something is bum.
He has rigid rules he must follow to the letter,
But the troops are harsh when he can't do better!
"This coat's too tight, I need one loose!"
"These pants are too small for my caboose!"
"The TV is on the blinks, reception is spotty!"
"We're out of T.P. for the officer's potty!"
The quartermaster never can win for losing.
The supplies he has aren't always his choosing.
Still, the job he has, does have its perks.
You can recognize him by the best-fitting shirts!
Got this one in under two .Didn't have to write any letters down to grok the riddle.
I was close to Owen's guy: Disbursing Officer. Did I tell you the Laos story or for that matter the Quartermaster story?
The second is just for laughs; Number 1 might get the CIA on my back after fifty years .
If anyone's curious and bored I'll spill
After all what's the readership in here?
Then again I think Tolkien may have gotten into hot water with MI6 on his Strider-Underhill business
A good laugh amongst his Intel cronies probably cost him a lot of sales until Ballantine books made him rich in the 60s.
WC
Spill. We have about 100 readers a day here, if you notice the little gadget at the bottom of the page.
Well the Quartermaster* said "How'd you like some steaks?" . " Great", I said(This was called a 'huss'). He'd want a favor later .
Said steaks sat rotting in my little fridge until I had a great idea . I said to my 'mamma-san' "Help yourself" . Ingenious, she's happy ("You #1 , you #1!), and I'm rid of those disgusting steaks .
Next day, every Vietnamese (f) on the base is around a giant pot. "Come eat, Lieutenant!". AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!! I say to self. Yes, I ate. I kept telling myself 'They know what they're doing' .
My stomach's been quesy ever since .
The moral? "When the steaks turn, The Louies burn" . I know you can do better
Laos next
WC
* By Quartermaster I mean Mess Sgt (E7)
The Mess Sergeant was easy to convince,
I gave the steaks to mamma-san without a wince.
She made a Vietnamese brew,
A sort-of steak stew --
My stomach's been quesy ever since!
This Jumble was a delight. I got all four answers without any problem, and the solution just fell beautifully into place.
Helpful poem, Owen, and joke, Wilbur.
Hoo Woo!
I bet I beat everybody today. Not bragging (oh, no!), but modestly stating a fact. All four prelim words and the final fell into place before I got outta bed.
I just pulled it up on my iPad, and solved it w/o a pencil or a single mark to help.
In nano-secs.
Now, just wait 'til ὕβρις catches up with us later in the week.
Heh heh.
~ OMK
Funny high steaks tale, Wilbur - and beaut of a response, Owen!
This is why we like this place...
~ OMK
Laos can wait. I drafted it and lost it.
WC
I also solved quickly and easily.
I solved it quite early this morning but with the news of Marilyn's death I had no time to post. Good for all of you! This was easy, neither HARSH nor SPOTTY. In fact I had the final solve even before analyzing the letters.
Wilbur Charles:
Nice!
Embedding words in your comments is fine, even encouraged to some extent. After all, that's what I do with my poems. But until after closing time, please don't draw attention to them by capitalizing, italics, or bold.
Thank you.
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