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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Oct. 1, 2019

|| || groom, grant, eleven, cherry, egg them on.
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.

9 comments:

OwenKL said...

The wedding was to start at eleven on the dot.
The lovely bride was giddy with excitement,
While the groom's stomach was tied in a knot.
On them this rite would provide enlightenment.

Guests were in the pews, flower girls provided
With baskets of cherry blossoms to perfume the air.
The preacher at the front where he presided,
To grant the church's blessing to the nuptial pair.

At the reception, the happy couple are toasted:
Wine for the grown-ups, for kids, egg-cream sodas!
The groom's knot untied, the bride's spirit muted.
And they lived happily ever after -- well, sorta!

Sandyanon said...

I really like your poem; it's such an upbeat story -- until the kicker at the end. You like to write those twists, don't you! Well, I like to
read them.

The jumble was simplicity itself, and the solution was a truly funny pun. I thought so, anyway.

Ol' Man Keith said...

Rabbit rabbit.

A pleasant setting for a wedding, nicely detailed with all the right words and contrasting traits in bride and groom.
A wry twist, as Sandy observes: yes indeed--postmodern irony to top it off.
(How else to go these days?)
Solid workmanship!
~ OMK

Ol' Man Keith said...

Megatron?
Wasn't he a general of the Decepticons?

Misty said...

Nice to find all the words in your sweet poem, Owen, although the ending made me a little sad. Easy, easy Jumble this morning, all four words fell right into place and as soon as I saw the two Gs turn up in the letters, I had the cute solution. And the cartoon itself is very funny.

Wilbur Charles said...

Yes, quicky is right although J's with lots of vowels slow me down.

My friend left St Pete to care for his mother. Tennessee. So. He got some chickens and raised the them , named them, lost some, ate some.

He's so,so country. He must be enjoying Ken Burns special. My morning reading had a brief bio of Hank Williams (who wooed and won Audrey) and crashed and burned. Everything country in one short life minus the chickens

WC

OwenKL said...

Sad? Not upbeat? No marriage is always happy! Arguments always come up, big and small. And every argument settled strengthens the bond! The couple that never has argument is a couple that really doesn't care about each other. The couple that lives ever after is the one that has successfully weathered the shoals of the unhappy times. My ending is a lot more realistic -- and upbeat -- than just "happily ever after"!

Sandyanon said...

I agree, Owen, except that I took your "sorta" to mean unhappily, i.e., not a good marriage. But I see what you meant now.

Sandyanon said...

Owen, just read your post on the corner. I read all your poems with great enjoyment, and no real idea of what is going on with you. So sorry for my obliviousness. I always wish you the very best.