| dusky, thick, abduct, heckle, stacked (the) deck. |
| dragon, system, walrus, gloomy, loosen, fossil, at a loss for words.
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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.
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It was a dive that made other dives look good,
But I had a job to do, so at the bar I stood.
There was a smell of vomit beneath a towel on the floor
To be cleaned up later. It had been there the night before.
Then She came on the small stage at the back.
In a lamé dress, and man, that gal was stacked!
She crooned a song to music of another era,
Her Eastern Europe accent as thick as her mascara!
Her dulcet voice was glowing, like an aura in the gloom.
Then a dusky guy near the stage end of the room
Started in to heckle, that she sounded like a crow.
That was my cue to action, towards his table I did go.
This was her former boyfriend, she'd hired me to watch.
She feared he would abduct her, a plot I was to botch.
I grabbed at his shoulder, turned him round to face me!
Drunkenly, he decked me. Now he's in the pen for battery!
As the Walrus and the Carpenter walked along the path
Each of them felt gloomy. The Walrus for days long past.
"Last week I found a fossil, a wing bone, I'm convinced,
Of a baby dragon, who would have lived in times long since."
The Carpenter was gloomy for what he saw the future bring.
"The world is a carousel, whirling round, with no brass ring.
Nerds will make emojis to loosen up the written word,
A system with its flaws, a loss for reason will be incurred."
The Walrus and the Carpenter walked on along the path
Near the K. F. C., where the baby dragon had been cast,
To an inn with swinging signboard, picturing a swan and pail,
No words graced the logo of this place to quaff an ale.
Seeing so many sordid types dominating the casino floor, I would've backed the heck outta there.
I still wouldn't have understood how there was anything clever in that solution.
~ OMK
Ok, so I am getting better at jumbles; both of these were pretty easy, including the solutions. Did have to look at all the letters for the j4 solution (which didn't really make humorous sense for me), but the j6 solution was kind of obvious from the start. And it was funny.
J4 poem is like a film noir, isn't it? With, of course the twist at the end of our tough hero not winning a fight, but rather relying on the police.
I admit that the j6 poem left me confused. I enjoyed the symmetrical gloominess of the first two stanzas, but the mysteriousness of the last one left me puzzled. Or maybe I just don't get the references??
Sweet poem, Owen--I do hope the Walrus and the Carpenter went in and got themselves an ale. They needed it! Had trouble only with the third puzzle word, and there it was in your poem, Owen--I should have gotten it on my own. But with that I got the cute solution to the cartoon, which is so well drawn, I would love to have seen it in color. All those Scrabble tiles--is that "marsh" that the husband got as his last word? Liked both their glasses, and the man's slippers--I'm guessing they're married since that looks like a bedroom in the background. They have a nice big TV too. Well, I clearly have plenty of words this morning, don't I--not like the poor wife.
I did the J6 in record time. Bing, Bing,bing.
I had a Walrus and Tom Watson golf poem of yore.
Misty, the MOOR the MERRIER as Sherlock said yesterday and Mr Larsen today.
WC
Yep, there's the MERRIER right there in the puzzle, but the MOOR?
Ever since I saw "The Graduate" last week, I've had the Simon and Garfunkle "Mrs. Robinson" in my head. The melody and the voices are so mellow and endearing-- but why would they tell that awful mean woman that "Jesus loves you more than you can know?" Religion is certainly forgiving and compassionate, but to that rotten Mrs. Robinson?
Sandy, I'm sure you're familiar with the Walrus and Carpenter from Alice in Wonderland, written and set in 1865. The Walrus considers the distant past, then we see it's more likely a chicken bone. The Carpenter worries about a future without written words, then uses a typical sign from the 19th century that uses pictographs.
Thanks, Owen. It's been a loooong time, but I'll reread.
Owen, do they appear anywhere else but in that poem with the oysters? That doesn't mention the things you did. Pardon my denseness.
Nope, just there.
The time has come,' the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.'
Besides borrowing the characters, I also borrowed their tendency to speak in non-sequiturs and nonsense.
Oh, I see. I wasn't giving you enough credit, Owen, and I'm sorry. Your creativity is boundless.
Oh, and also a couple 1865 anachronisms of KFC and emojis.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum tell the story. The Walrus etc are not actually in Alice's story.
Misty, Saturday's XW had a clue about "The Hound of the Baskervilles" locale which was MOOR. A Sherlock Holmes tale.
A friend had evinced interest in Sherlock; we were talking about "The Man with the Twisted Lip". The subject at hand was how much some panhandlers make in a day or week.
And I have "The Annotated Holmes". Which I am planning to loan or give but couldn't help reading, you guessed it, "The Hound..".
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And Jesus does forgive"Those who pray"
WC
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