| cleft, mercy, doubly, noodle, "cold" comfort. |
| curfew, broker, cackle, smooch, gotten, wallow, wear out her welcome.The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Glacier breaking, eons old.
Another berg in a rising sea!
There's no comfort in the cold.
Climate change is real and deadly,
Farmlands turned to barrenness.
Global warming shows no mercy,
Man has caused all this distress!
If we had all used our noodles,
This would not have come to pass.
Greedy men burned carbon fuels
Now we're doubly doomed, alas!
Becky was a spunky tomboy girl,
Liked to prance, whirl and whirl!
Had gotten used to jeans and shirt,
Had no use for dress or skirt!
She liked to play with the ducks,
Roil their pond, wallow in the muck.
She liked all birds, geese to grackles.
She tried to echo chirps and cackles.
Her Daddy was a wealthy broker,
Becky sometimes had a chauffeur.
As she aged, she grew in looks.
Boys even fought to carry her books!
To date her, lads all threw in their hat.
Wearing out her porch welcome mat!
She was selective, dated only the best,
While kindly turning away the rest.
If she was home by her curfew time,
She'd give a smooch, eyes would shine!
But the guy who got her home late
Had nary a chance of a second date.
The third word needed a lookup to be sure it was in the dictionary. The rest not to hard. That's on J-1.
Getting the first word left enough odd consonants to add 2 and 2 to get relief. The first word had double meaning vis a vis the picture
I see you like ABAB, Owen.
I'll do #2 later in the newspaper
WC
That j4 poem is really a downer. I sure hope we can somehow pull it together in time to avert the very worst, but it'll be bad enough no matter what. The j6 poem has cute elements, but seems rather fragmented.
I had trouble with both jumbles today. Not with the clues, which came pretty easily. But I blanked on the j4 solution, and went to the poem. D'oh!
Had to think hard about the j6 solution until that second word came to me and then it was d'oh again. Clever puns in both cases.
I've only done the second Jumble this morning, the one in my newspaper, and may try the first one later on. Loved your poem, Owen, and was happy to see how you worked all those Jumble words into it. I had trouble only solving the first one, but since the LA Times prints the Jumble solution on a Sunday, I was able to take a peek and look it up. I worried that I'd never get that long resolution, but the cartoon was such a good set-up for it, that it fell right into place. So lots of fun doing the Jumble this morning, and many thanks Owen, for the confirmation.
After solving#1 online I did a few of the 6ers but had problems with CACKLE . I was thinking WORK for the first word so I thought I needed a K.
I did get the riddle finally . "Tomboy girl"? Owen. Nice story of 50s teen romance as depicted but rarely occurred.
I do think pretending to be the"weaker" sex drove those tomboys crazy. And behind closed doors?...*
WC
* Getting behind a closed door wasn't easy though
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