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!
All hints are in the comments!
All hints are in the comments!
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Nov. 7, 2018
|| || cloak, perch, harden, entity, peachy keen.
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Read the comments, and reply to them if you are so moved!
Captain Fruity watched o'er the city from his gargoyle perch. His fruity-sense warned of a villain -- that, and his research! So abandoning his orchard, where his fruit power was the strongest, He came here to track the evil entity that crept among us!
His keen vision saw a suspect, a giant green caterpillar, Inching its way to where the farmers market was the filler! Wrapping his cloak around him, Captain Fruity went in pursuit Exuding veggie pheromones, to draw the muncher to his fruit!
He must have a heart as hard as the pit of any peach When this hungry, giant larva he at last did reach! The bug was even larger than a double-decker bus, And it calmly ate the Captain, with hardly any fuss.
I cannot believe the reach of your imagination, Owen. This poem tells a fantastic story -- in every sense of that word. And the last line twist tops it. Here I thought Fruity was going to save the day in heroic fashion, but sadly, it was not to be.
The jumble wasn't much of a problem. I actually got the third clue wrong at first, but in such a way that I did have the right letters. So after a few moments' thought, the cute solution came to me.
All fine, but that third clue kept nagging me; it just didn't seem right. Finally I realized: "Aha, not h-----, but h-----".
I'm really glad you feel up to writing jumble poems, and always happy to see them on the Corner. Keep well.
Your poem also threw me for a loop, Owen--I too didn't expect the poor Captain to get swallowed up. Very funny, and it's so great to see you posting poems both here and at the corner again, Owen. Hope you're feeling much better.
I had to work really hard on both the first and the last Jumble item this morning, but the solution sprang right up. Yay! A great relief, since I had trouble with the puzzle, the Sudoku, and even the Kenken this morning. Glad I can at least handle the Jumble most of the time.
I knocked off four words and the riddle was a snap. But... As I looked back I was missing an N and a an E. Aha, #4 was not INTENT. It took some more thinking to get it right.
Those multi-vowel J's are difficult .
And ...
INTENT reminded me of this
The Aquarium served lunch in two courses First to eat , natch, were the bosses.
In the throes of hunger pangs At last our dinner bell rang
WC ~ Very funny! Your punny climax reminds me of one of my favorite old stories. It seems there was an aquarium owner who had a small school of porpoises whose most remarkable feature was that they could never die! This was true so long as they were fed a diet of a certain type of seagull that could only be found nesting along a particular stretch of seacoast. A special concern was that they had to be caught while young, as the porpoises would not touch them once they reached maturity. Another problem was that this coast was guarded by a pride of lions that would attack anyone who ventured near the seagull's nests. Ah, but the aquarium owner knew a secret that would help him catch the birds. He knew that these lions had been reared in a circus and trained as an act. They were taught to behave like domestic dogs, and they would respond to commands like "Fetch" and "Sit" and "Stay." So whenever the owner needed to catch a fresh batch of young birds, he would approach the lions and order them to "Stay!" He would do this once or twice a week - until one day a sheriff blocked his path, flashed his badge, and told him, "You, sir, are under arrest!"
Exactly. I knew you would know it, Owen, but am a little surprised others didn't have a go at it. BTW, I prefer "underage" to "young." It emphasizes the heinousness of the offense! These are after all pre-pubescent gulls...
| cloak, perch, harden, entity, peachy keen.
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Captain Fruity watched o'er the city from his gargoyle perch.
His fruity-sense warned of a villain -- that, and his research!
So abandoning his orchard, where his fruit power was the strongest,
He came here to track the evil entity that crept among us!
His keen vision saw a suspect, a giant green caterpillar,
Inching its way to where the farmers market was the filler!
Wrapping his cloak around him, Captain Fruity went in pursuit
Exuding veggie pheromones, to draw the muncher to his fruit!
He must have a heart as hard as the pit of any peach
When this hungry, giant larva he at last did reach!
The bug was even larger than a double-decker bus,
And it calmly ate the Captain, with hardly any fuss.
I cannot believe the reach of your imagination, Owen. This poem tells a fantastic story -- in every sense of that word. And the last line twist tops it. Here I thought Fruity was going to save the day in heroic fashion, but sadly, it was not to be.
The jumble wasn't much of a problem. I actually got the third clue wrong at first, but in such a way that I did have the right letters.
So after a few moments' thought, the cute solution came to me.
All fine, but that third clue kept nagging me; it just didn't seem right. Finally I realized: "Aha, not h-----, but h-----".
I'm really glad you feel up to writing jumble poems, and always happy to see them on the Corner. Keep well.
A terrific poem, Owen, with a final couplet that had me laughing out loud. It deserves the J solution as its own tribute!
Your poem also threw me for a loop, Owen--I too didn't expect the poor Captain to get swallowed up. Very funny, and it's so great to see you posting poems both here and at the corner again, Owen. Hope you're feeling much better.
I had to work really hard on both the first and the last Jumble item this morning, but the solution sprang right up. Yay! A great relief, since I had trouble with the puzzle, the Sudoku, and even the Kenken this morning. Glad I can at least handle the Jumble most of the time.
I knocked off four words and the riddle was a snap. But...
As I looked back I was missing an N and a an E. Aha, #4 was not INTENT. It took some more thinking to get it right.
Those multi-vowel J's are difficult .
And ...
INTENT reminded me of this
The Aquarium served lunch in two courses
First to eat , natch, were the bosses.
In the throes of hunger pangs
At last our dinner bell rang
Chow ready for all in tents and porpoises
WC ~
Very funny!
Your punny climax reminds me of one of my favorite old stories.
It seems there was an aquarium owner who had a small school of porpoises whose most remarkable feature was that they could never die!
This was true so long as they were fed a diet of a certain type of seagull that could only be found nesting along a particular stretch of seacoast. A special concern was that they had to be caught while young, as the porpoises would not touch them once they reached maturity.
Another problem was that this coast was guarded by a pride of lions that would attack anyone who ventured near the seagull's nests.
Ah, but the aquarium owner knew a secret that would help him catch the birds. He knew that these lions had been reared in a circus and trained as an act. They were taught to behave like domestic dogs, and they would respond to commands like "Fetch" and "Sit" and "Stay."
So whenever the owner needed to catch a fresh batch of young birds, he would approach the lions and order them to "Stay!"
He would do this once or twice a week - until one day a sheriff blocked his path, flashed his badge, and told him,
"You, sir, are under arrest!"
"But why?" asked the aquarium owner.
Enter the answer here - if you know what it is.
Please give us the answer, Ol'Man Keith. I'm dying to know what it is, and can't come up with it. Or at least give us an easy clue.
Transporting young gulls across stay-ed lions for immortal porpoises. I've always heard it with the "stately lions" at the New York library.
Exactly. I knew you would know it, Owen, but am a little surprised others didn't have a go at it.
BTW, I prefer "underage" to "young." It emphasizes the heinousness of the offense! These are after all pre-pubescent gulls...
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