| pooch, frond, ticket, weaken, no-"know".The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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She thought that maybe gardening would be nice
Until her husband offered her a bit of frondly advice.
He offered to find her a breakfast cook with four legs,
She could walk the dog, and he'd get pooched eggs!
She considered swimming, in a pool at the deep end.
Her husband said just week days, else she'd weaken.
She hoped that maybe politics could keep her in the know.
When hubby reminisced she been a candid date, she said no.
His puns were driving her, she declared, to lose her wicket.
He suggested driving Uber might be just her ticket!
She took up knife collecting, sharp items swung or flung.
That's how her punny husband gained a pun-ctured tongue!
This season is good for pollen. Bad for pollen sufferers.
I w̶a̶s̶ am in a muzzy state of mind this week with sneezing and painful puffy eyes. I started off yesterday's poem, and then couldn't figure out how to end it until it had meandered to 5 verses instead of 3, and a downer ending I didn't plan on! And didn't even get anything composed for CC.
Sandy, yes, you caught a serious typo yesterday with Mature/Nature. Thank you for pointing it out so I could change it in my MSS.
Owen, I'm so sorry that you're feeling bad and I hope you're feeling better soon. The muzxiness doesn't seem to have affected your funny bone today, with a poem full of silly puns. I really love this poem.
The jumble was pretty easy, with another funny pun in the solution.
So-sew simple...
& sweet.
Take good care of yourself, Owen. I breezed through this Jumble, getting all four words quickly, and the solution--which I got instantly--cracked me up. Neat that you can see the F on the kid's history test--hope he can still watch the TV in the background. What's that image behind the faher's head--a window? And is the mom wearing a scarf around her neck, or is that an interesting shirt sleeve on her arm? Anyway, fun Jumble.
I walked into Winn Dixie to do the Xword an older gentleman was doing the J. I peeked. Then I did the Xword
I only saw the solution but the 4j's were Easy .The riddle with the letters would've been obvious.
Quote of the day (QoD)
Never be too CANDID with a date
Wilbur.
I solved fast yesterday but never got in here. That actually was a great poem, Owen .
Re. Comments... I usually only comment when you award a C+ and I loved it.
WC
Cristian Laettner and Bobby Hurley
They took Tarkanian down.
Saint Valvano, up came his number,
But first he took Phi Jamma down.
We look at Dean's puss
On Fri and Sunday.
He's always been around.
He makes arrangements to be there Monday
Hoping O'bie hasn't come to town.
Big East Officials
They call 'em one way.
They don't let holding go.
Big Ten officials,
They let the boys play.
Push and shove and bloody
nose.
Oh those announcers, the warm and friendly.
Billy Packer's crew.
He played for Bones', boys
He glimpsed that banner,
In 1900 sixty two.
He doesn't know boys
At sea thru Sunday.
He's lost all weekend long.
What does it matter,
There's always replay.
He's never, never, never wrong.
The hierarchy,
They watch the numbers.
It's now a billion-two.
This cow is gold boys
We never slumber,
Don't ever tell us what to do.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
That run the NCA(A).
Those mean hearts and nasty people
That rule and gov the NCA(A).
(I could go on boys
It's never ending
It's now a quarter past four.
The saga, the road a-bending
Will never, never, never bore.)
I wrote this late one night when my frustrations re. The whole ncaa/CBS etc racket became too much.
This is an old ditty about the NCAA, circa 1995. I'm republishing in honor of the screwing the refs gave UCF vs Duke . It's long but I'm putting it here because Owen might appreciate it. And others.
Dean's gone but Mike K is still rolling. In two parts it's that long
This is from an old Patti Page or perhaps Doris Day song of my era.
The original was pretty hokey and I sorta changed the sentiments
around. Most of this came out of my caffeine wracked, insomniac brain
in the wee hours of the night. Enjoy if you can, try to picture Doris.
**** Warning, Extremely Long and Boring Poetry Alert **** Tread warily
I love those dear hearts and gentle people,
The NC Double-A.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
That rule and gov the NCA(A).
They run their tourney
From Thurs till Sunday.
They make the weekend go.
They run the tourney
From Thurs till Sunday
And roll and roll and roll in dough.
I love those dear hearts and gentle people
The suits from CBS.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
That call the shots at CBS.
We must have Kansas
Alive on Sunday.
They make the sponsors beam.
And the Tar Heels from Carolina
The advertisers' favorite team.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
That make the Sweet Sixteen.
Those dear hearts and gentle people,
Shashefsky and that Snuffhead Dean.
They jump and holler
From tap till buzzer.
They whine the whole game long.
They grab their collar
They groan and grumble
And never do a damn thing wrong.
The inner city, the slums and ghetto
That's where the boys come from.
Those dear slums and filthy ghettoes
We don't have here in our home town.
Tipsters, groupies
And roundball junkies.
They search the playgrounds round.
Sneaker salesmen and booster bunkies
They'll never, never let you down.
They work the boys hard
From dawn till sundown.
They make them earn their way.
Tuition stipends and three meals daily
And lodging by the NCA(A).
Those dear hearts and gentle people
Givenchy weaves their ties.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
They keep the cash but never lie.
Here are the rules boys
You do it our way.
We will take care of you.
No NBA talk, no phoning home now,
No agents till your twenty two.
It's not your money
You don't get nothing.
Can't let the profits down.
That shirt there that bears your number
You'll never, never call your own.
948 boys, that is your number.
It's going up not down.
Learn to read boys and do those numbers,
For we're the only game in town.
The Association
Won't call your number.
They only take a few.
Come with us boys, become alumna
Diplomas needn't burden you.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
That live in Vegas town.
Those sweethearts and genteel people
They'll never, ever let you down.
They write a good book
From Thurs till Sunday.
They take bets all week long.
The spread boy
Don't touch that number.
C'ment shoes'll surely weigh you down.
Those dear hearts and gentle people
That bring to our home town,
The Ad-boys, the TV pitchmen
They bring the show to our home town.
More timeouts boys we need commercials,
To make the money grow.
Show those Duke boys
And Carolina,
Elite teams will always make the show.
(This was Part I . Part II is posted above)
WC
The names and faces have changed but the machinery is the same . If I pulled a Rip Van Winkle in 1995 and woke up for the last two minutes of that Duke-UCF game ...
Yes, sarcasm there is a little
WC
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