| || array, lousy, violet, infant, revolutionary.Image from the Internet.
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.
2 comments:
Boyd was a baker, no infant at his trade.
The aroma of his shop, from the bread he made
Drew people in to see the pastries in array,
And entice some buying before they went away.
Carls was a perfumer, his money made in scents.
A store just east of Boyd's seemed to make sense.
But lilac and violet odors drifting to the street
Didn't mix with bread -- they made a lousy reek!
So Boyd set a fan to blow his aroma to the east.
Past the perfumer's door, to seal in the reek!
Then Carls did the same, with a fan pointed west.
The result was a worst smell instead of the best!
The stalemate persisted, till a lad had a solution.
Switch the fan's directions. What a revolution!
Blow the bread aroma west, floral scent east.
So there is no common air where they may meet.
I love your poems, Owen, and this one was especially delightful with the conflicting shops and their final solution. I had problems with the third word, and thought I'd never get that incredibly long word completing the cartoon caption. So I read through your poem carefully, got the third word, and then, amazingly, the long, long solution emerged. Tada! Thank you for help with this.
The cartoon visuals are wonderfully complex with the telescope, window, and globe in the background, as well as more stairs. Did Copernicus and his colleague really have long hair like that? Fun Jumble all around.
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