| flown, moose, siphon, butler, (a) host of problems.The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Ajax the lumberjack, up in the Northern woods
Tried to be responsible, like a Greenie should.
He brought his boss a host of problems every day,
He never ever meant it, he was just that way.
Siphoned off a beaver pond so their fur could dry.
Without their moat, they were prey, to a bear nearby!
He could swing an ax hard as any they had known.
But where to place his chop? That memory had flown.
He got into a contest with a nasty butting moose --
In their rutting season, they can cook your goose! --
They rampaged thru the cook-house, ruin without limit!
When the dust had settled, Ajax said, "The butter did it!"
Had trouble with clue three and sought help from your poem, Owen. Then got off on the wrong track with the solution by fixating on a logical, but wrong, first word. At last, d'oh!
I really enjoyed the poem, which so neatly and methodically includes each jumble word. But I am a bit confused by the last line, because I do understand why it is what it is, but at the same time I don't completely get it. Oh well, the vagaries of poetry!
Well, I also had to work a bit to get some of the Jumble words this morning, though in the end I got them all--but not the solution. Was happy to see that Owen's fun poem confirmed that all my words were correct, but in the end I had to look up the solution answer which I never would have gotten. Not my favorite Jumble outcome, but it's still always fun to give it a try.
On Halloween night the fort was defended by a post of goblins.
~ OMK
Ok, I get why the altered word is more appropriate in a lumberjack poem than the original. Guess I just don't quite see the logical inevitability of it even in the last couplet's context.
See what a nitpicky mind I have!!
Anyway, fun and clever poem, Owen. And I especially like your third entry on the Corner, too.
Sandy ~
What do you suppose I am missing that might make it equally difficult for me to understand Owen's final couplet?
My reading is that Ajax is known for his screw-ups. Right? Passing the blame would be a typical way of being a problem to his boss.
Sure enough, in his final action, he would quote a classic cop-out, "The Butler did it."
But, and here's the gimmick, he alters the phrase to say "Butter," meaning the moose.
LOL, right?
No? No, I know a joke isn't funny once it's being explained, but then....
~ OMK
And I just thought it was a typo. I had to work at J3,J4. Then I really had to work at the Riddle--Solution.
I finally got it. It wasn't HOME after all.
Yep. A table full of goblins wouldn't raise as many "issues" as those pests.
As usual, fascinated by Owen's use of four J's
WC
PS. And isn't there an extra spin given that the chaos occurred in the "cook-house," where presumably geese may be cooked?
In their own fat, perhaps, but maybe also in lard, oleo, or even the fancy dairy product?
And that such items may well be strewn helter-skelter all over the crime scene, including within the sight lines of the boss?
Imagine the fun of conflating the blame between the big bad moose and the inert yellow stuff.
(Not fun when YHTEI...)
~ OMK
OMK, thanks for the explanation, but I didn't need it; I really did understand the joke. It's just, that in my nitpicky way, I didn't really see that placing the situation in a cookhouse would inevitably lead to butter; I would have wanted a stronger line leading from context to word.
It's so difficult trying to explain these nebulous ideas, at least for me.
No, but it might well lead to a standard mellerdrammer line, like "The Butler did it!"
That's classic--a mere hairline shy of "The Devil made me do it!"
Well, it's certainly NOT funny now.
~ OMK
Sometimes I think it's just not worth it trying to make myself clear in writing. I should just keep my passing thoughts to myself. I'm sorry to have destroyed the humor for you.
Interesting discussion on my punch-line. In truth, that last verse was what I started from, and the rest just some awkward in-fill. I should have foreshadowed that pun line better by having him a detective fan rather than a bumbler, and used the term whodunit somewhere. I had thought I might get a play on words from lumberjack/Ajax/axe/jackass, but none developed.
Owen, I think it's a fine poem, not awkward at all. I was just picking nits about that last couplet.
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