| || goose, shove, lounge, thrive, light house.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
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8 comments:
Cute cartoon, a pleasant jumble, easy enough to solve.
The solution needs little more than a right mouse click.
~ OMK
Fastest solve ever. The Riddle-Solution appeared first then the four J's.
I mean, helium conjures one thought.
WC
When Jill climbed up the beanstalk,
She had a different plan.
She boldly knocked upon the door
Of the giant man!
"Fee fie foe fum,
For what reason have you come?"
"I have come to apply for the job of maid.
Just light housekeeping your ad said?"
"Fie foe fum fee,
I guess housekeeper you can be.
You must keep my bone-piles down.
Do your work, don't lounge around!"
The giant ate a cow a day
Jill had to cart the bones away.
She collected eggs from a golden goose.
He locked them up for future use.
One day she said, "This window sticks.
Your giant strength I'm sure could fix."
"Foe fum fee fie,
I will do it, let me try!"
"Thanks, because this view I love!"
Then she gave a giant shove!
Now in her castle in the sky
She thrives on what goose-eggs can buy!
Wow! Jill is something else. She makes no bones about murder. Think I like Alice and Leia better. The poem really rocks, though -- tells the story both rhythmically and grippingly.
Didn't even look at the solution because the clues came so fast; then when I did look, it was very obvious. Clever, but I didn't really feel the pun was all that linked to Edison. Yes, yes, bulbs and all that, I know.
Funny poem, Owen--many thanks for this nice humor to start the day. Well, I loved this Jumble. Got all the words instantly except the third one, which took a little work. But the solution fell right into place. Silly cartoon with a very young Edison messing around with his (?) house? He had a house at that age? But that's what cartoons are for--to be silly and make us laugh.
Wait a minute--I just looked at the cartoon again. That's not Thomas Edison--it's an "Edison Lee"! No wonder he's so little!
I missed the poem earlier; I jumped in before it was posted.
I just wanna add my two centavos. I gotta kick (must be careful of my words here) outta Jill's chutzpah. She certainly fared better than our beanie boy, Jack. He may have slain the giant too, but in the process he lost access to the heavenly abode.
And I see that Jill is operating here without her usual partner, the other Jack.
(I imagine him still wobbling about the base of their hill, leaking brains from his cracked pate.)
She has somehow got to her feet, got her act together, and obviously owes Nada to the ol' boy patriarchy.
(You Go, Girl!)
I only wonder now--given the scale of a giant's palatial lodging--whether she needs a maid...
~ OMK
Great story told in rhyme (and meter)
Jill had a little Gretel in her as Gretel pushed that nice old lady into an oven.
WC
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