| utter, piety, corpse, ration, a "top" priority. |
| savory, mallet, defeat, invest, memoir, puffin, first and "four-most".
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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.
7 comments:
I see them by the highway thru the prairie
A copse around a wrought-iron fence.
Inside are wrought-iron crosses,
Tombstones, plastic flowers, a solemn sense.
A chapel or a lonely farmhouse may be by,
Or utter isolation, merely range for cattle.
The sheltering trees mark space for piety,
For a corpse to lie in peace from life's battle.
Reminder of the generations that led the way
With their rations of gumption or despair.
To tell us to make living life a priority
While on the top side of the grass, in the air.
Once there was a puffin, saw Ratatouille,
Decided then that he could also be a chef!
He was a bird that defeat never occurred to,
That's why he was puffin' out his chest!
When he tried to make a steak more savory
He first hit it with a mallet made with cleats;
And cooked it on Foreman's foremost grill.
What his diners said about it must be bleeped!
He invested more time to study cooking
And decided it really wasn't his thing.
Instead he wrote a best-selling memoir,
Titled "The Puffin With The Buffalo Wing"
Here we have two distinctly different poems, reminders of our Owen's versatility. The first is a classic rumination on death & the obligation it places on us to live our days in awareness. The second offers a comic diversion based on the puffin, a bird whose very name brings a smile at his puny preening pomposity. Again, we are blessed by such riches!
What can I say to greet these two new jumbles?
Visualize me sitting at a diner counter this Sunday morning & addressing the hurried waitress, who has just planted a cup of joe in front of me while saying, "Drink up!"
"Stop! Why order me to taste this dishwater ? My thirst is for roast beans--not this instant slop!"
~ OMK
I got the six but just remembered that I never solved the Riddle-Solution. But even with Keith's help and Owen's puffin piece I don't have it.
Struggled with the CC today so I'm late.
WC
Owen, your j6 poem is clever and fun, but your j4 poem made me think. While somber, it also strikes a hopeful note in the last verse. Being old is not an easy thing, but life can still be enjoyed. Thanks, Owen.
The jumble were both fun. Had a little trouble with the fourth clue of the j4, but the first word of the solution was so obvious that it made the second word easy to see. Also had a bit of trouble with the fifth clue in the j6, but the clever solution more than made up for any brief problem. I loved the wordplay. And the reminiscent cartoon was fun too.
Wilbur ~ Did you try sounding the italicized hints out loud (ignoring the non-italics)?
I'm assuming the J4 solution is the easier of the two--and that you're on top of it by now.
If the J6 still isn't clear, try this:
After spearing a wild pig, the peasant was in the habit of enjoying hunks of his prey on slices of fried bread. But his latest prize was so bitter, he spat it out, exclaiming, “Ach, the worst in boar toast I ever tasted!”
~ OMK
Well, I got five of the Jumble items, with only the fifth giving me some trouble. But Owen's delightful poem helped with that. But the solution stumped me, and I finally had to look it up. Yes, Owen's poem had all the words, but I just didn't put them together. Well, it was fun to get a Beatles cartoon, with those four very different but cute teenagers listening to the American Bandstand fellow. Wish I could see it in color--I bet it would be real cool.
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