| || essay, caulk, poetic, mildew, stacked up well.
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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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I was tuned to write an essay,
In my own poetic style,
When an odor foul and messy
Made me pause it for a while.
It was coming from the bathroom
Just a few feet down the hall.
Black mildew causing fumes
That were not nice at all!
It was growing on the caulk
Between the tiles in the shower.
Some bleach applied in bulk
Took a bit longer than an hour.
After all that procrastinating
Back to the poesy in my study.
Blank paper stacked and waiting
For an up-welling of the funny.
I really like this poem for its realistic approach, and hope very much that it's not based on reality to any extent!!
This jumble gave me fits. The clues were not so difficult, although the third did take me a little extra time. But when I reorganized all the relevant letters, I accidentally left one out. Although a first word choice came to me, I couldn't make sense of the remaining letters. Well, d'oh! So I finally looked up the solution and realized my problem. And such a clever pun, too. Oh well.
Fun poem this morning, Owen--many thanks. I got the four Jumble words without any problem, and it was neat to see them in your poem. But even with all the letters, I just couldn't get the solution and finally had to look it up. As usual, I enjoyed that the cartoon had people of color and different hairstyles and glasses and outfits. Lively colors in the color version, and I'm guessing they're in a bar, given the counter in the background. So, fun Jumble, even if I did have to look up the solution.
Just the opposite. I got all but #3 and the solution popped fairly quickly revealing the sad fact that OPCITE wouldn't fit #3.
So I had four letters to try to fit into #3. Some kind of PIE? OPTIC(E)
Hint: I finally got it with EOPTIC
More time and difficulty than the xword.
Something tells me that in Owen's Erato-terian life his muse was interrupted.
WC
Wilbur, let us hope that this was purely a mildew fantasy!
As mentioned at CC, this poem was inspired by and dedicated to PK. I've never had to deal with the stuff myself.
The poem is economical and direct. It speaks to all who procrastinate.
It starts off with a detailed account of an offensive odor, but eventually admits that the smell (and subsequent cleanup chore) is part of the universe’s plot to distract the poet.
Surely we all recognize how, when we are not fully occupied on our main task, everything—a distant sound, a tiny itch, an odor—assumes enormous proportions.
The jumble solution? As in many homes, we had a drinking mug that developed a crack. It wasn’t a serious flaw, just a line in the ceramic surface. But youth is idealistic, believing in perfection & purity. We grownups had no problem drinking from a flawed mug, but my younger son always refused the cracked cup. Well, what was there to say?
We managed anyway.
~ OMK
We had a poker game in 'Nam. 4 or 5. My buddy, the Intel officer always won. We suspected that he was Bluffing but when called always produced.
The Tank commander and CH46 pilot invariably lost. Leaving moi. I, like James Bond, believed in Lady luck.
If I thought she was smiling on me, I bet heavily. We always were looking for new players we even advertised: "Poker players wanted, no experience required".
WC
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