| || blurb, world, freely, sizzle, well-briefed.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
5 comments:
The world is in a pickle, most scientists agree.
The global temp is creeping up, degree by degree.
Human life upon this orb, well, it may be brief.
Our blurb in future histories may be shock or grief.
A world of green and growth, was by rapacious greed
Turned into an abattoir for species all in need.
Our biosphere, like a lensing glass burning ants,
Will heat our land and oceans, killing beasts and plants.
Corporation, the fiercest beasts of all for doing harm
Have done it freely despite the shrill calling of alarm!
Wails of whales and polar bears beg for plans that fizzle.
This is how our world ends, no bang, no whimper, but sizzle.
The jumble fell into place almost instantly tonight. I hesitated briefly before locking the solution only because I am not used to referring to ladies' underthings with a term usually applied to men's'. But have we not become all equal?
Owen, what can we add to the paeans we use to register our appreciation?! Your invention & expression continue to soar. I can only express further amazement by pointing to the positively brilliant insight of your final couplet.
And thank you.
~ OMK
Well, I got all four Jumble items easily, but had trouble with the solution. Came to Owen's interesting and serious poem for help and found the four words, but still didn't get the solve. Then read Ol'Man Keith's comment, and Tada! I finally got it. Thank you both. Was a little startled seeing the fellow in the cartoon without pants at first, but of course got it once I read the woman's comment and saw the drawings on the easel.
Very late today. I found the clues easy enough, but just didn't seem to be on the same wavelength as whoever wrote the solution. I went to your poem,Owen, but didn't recognize anything helpful. Then after a few minutes, the solution came to me and I went back to the poem and there it was! Probably subliminal recogbition, don't you all think?
I do really love the poem for its content even more than its meter. Remember when Robert Frost wrote that the world could end in fire? Fire, sizzle, whatever -- we're well on our way. I sure hope my descendants find a livable world -- and especially that they've helped make it so.
Talk about late. I was occupied with dental issues and only got to the newspaper about 300 pm. As per OMK , I had four J's instantly.
I jotted the consonants and vowels and came up with FILL. Somehow that morphed to WELL and to make it brief: tada
I second Keith's kudos of Owen's most excellent work.
WC
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