|| bough, logic, jangle, endure, rolling (in) dough. |
| meadow, gazebo, bitten, person, grouch, thrift, get with the program.
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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.
18 comments:
Nursery rhymes can be hard for us to untangle.
With thought, some of them on the nerves do jangle.
Yet they endure, in spite of all their nonsense --
For their lack of logic they give no recompense.
Why, in lullabies, should babes be hoist to treetops?
And when boughs break, why embrace the drops?
That should frighten babies, not lull them to sleep!
If they understood it, it would drive them to weep!
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
That's the kind of verses that are crazy and yet jivey.
While mares eat oats, does and lambs eat grasses.
That sets eyes to rolling, until that gibberish passes!
It appears that no J6 puzzle was issued for today. At least not online. If any of you get it in your dead-tree newspapers, let me know here.
The coloring on today's cartoon is by moi, which is why it's so shaky.
Loved "Mairzy Dotes" when I was a tot, Owen- Thanks for helping me re-visit it. Also "Fwee Widdle Fiddies..."
When I was just a little older, I wondered too about the violent wording of breaking boughs & falling cradles. But it's true that when kids are at an age when lullabies are sung, they really can't follow the words.
A lot of nursery rhymes derive their apparently nonsensical lyrics from terrible events. "Ring Around the Rosie" deals with the plague, for just one example.
Haven't seen the newspaper yet, so can't say anything about the Sunday J6. As for the J4 solution, I guess it would pop into anybody's head while bowling one row of pins after another.
~ OMK
Well, the LA Times had the Microsoft Jumble this morning, and I think I got everything but the fourth clue, including the solution. Sorry you didn't get it, Owen, but it gave me a chance to enjoy your fun poem without having to look for the words. I'll wait and see if anyone else comments on the computer cartoon, and hope I got it right,
Yes, Owen, I normally check the Chicago Tribune website for the jumble and noticed there was no Sunday jumble there. Weird.
This J4 was amazingly easy. I looked at the cartoon and caption and voila! There was the solution popping up. Didn't even need the clues, but they were not difficult either.
Your poem brings back memories, especially mairzy doats. I thought myself so clever for translating that, all those years ago when I was a little'un. And right -- I don't remember thinking twice about the implications of Rock-a-Bye Baby. And fairy tales are usually so scary too, but I don't remember being scared, even by Hansel and Gretel!
Yep, there was the j6 Misty referenced, in my Sunday paper. Haven't done it on paper for ages, but the solution followed so logically from the cartoon and caption that it wasn't difficult to get. I've always used Windows programs, preferring them to Apple's, though to be fair, I don't have any real experience with Apple.
Thanks, Sandyanon. Any chance you could give me some help with the fourth clue (RENPOS)--I still don't get it.
Misty, without getting too personal, let me say that any individual clue contributes only a small amount to the solution, as you demonstrated today.
Yes, as Sandy alludes, any BODY should be able to suss it. Having said that it's the only one I had trouble with.
I was hoping to see Owen's take on the six clues.
WC
Sandyanon, thank you so much, and apologies for being so stupid. Why couldn't I get that perfectly simple, straightforward word? Thank you too, Wilbur. I just noticed that I started out trying SP___, then PO___, and then I started with PE but quit and didn't continue. If I had just gone on a second longer, I would have gotten it. Boy, I hate being in my seventies at moments like this.
There was no J6 when I went to sleep in the wee hours, but the USA Today site had it when I woke up a couple hours ago. I've posted it for those of you who didn't get it from another source. I'll hold off on adding the answers until later this evening. Right now, I'll get started on a poem for you late-coming persons.
On a personal note, I came home from the rehab facility Friday, and while it's taking some adjusting, I'm re-acclimating fairly well. Actually walking a few steps on my own, which is better than I did there!
Keith:
Down in de meddy by de itty bitty poo,
Twam twee widdle fiddies and a Momma fiddy too
Twim! ted de Momma fiddy, twim if ou tam,
And dey twam and dey twam right ober de damn.
I found that (along with three other verses, all 4 in English) at a forum under the topic "Worst songs of all time!", comment #152. Once I saw it, I recognized it as something I'd heard, too.
It's good you're out of rehab, Owen -- that is, if you're happy about it. In any case, glad you're recovering.
And I just rechecked the Chicago Tribune jumble website, and there it was -- the Sunday jumble! Look forward to your poem.
Actually I remember it as, "and dey fwam and dey fwam all over de dam". I'm sure there was more than one version of that so-lovely song.
Ahmal was a shepherd who liked being alone.
In the meadow with his sheep, he was at home.
Around another person, he was such a grouch
A psychiatrist would love to get him on a couch!
He was also quite thrifty, some called him 'miser'.
Build a hut in his meadow? He thought it wiser
To just put up a gazebo to shelter from rain.
All that he needed for a roof was the frame.
When his sheep had bitten all the grass to the dirt
It was time to move them, which was tedious work.
Mostly they'd flock together along the sheep path,
They'd stick with the program to get to more grass.
Ingeniouser and ingeniouser, lol. Love the way you fitted in the solution.
I fear, though, that Ahmal's thrifty building habit may lead to his getting very wet.
Lovely second poem, Owen--thank you so much for posting it on this busy day.
Never got around to the J6. But I want to register my sincere thanks to you, Owen, for posting the nonsense lyrics to "Twee Widdle Fiddies."
What fun we used to have with language! My mother loved singing that one in particular. I remember her crooning it by my bedside when I was in the hospital recovering from my tonsillectomy.
My earlier spelling was just how I remember hearing it, but who can ever tell from listening how such invented words should be spelled?
~ OMK
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