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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.
10 comments:
J4 is too simple. It's just a place holder to meet the Sunday two-J requirement.
As for the J6 solution, I don't get a double meaning--assuming one was intended. It's an idiom, a metaphor, but its literal base is obscure.
Anyway, if I were to attempt a serious martial art, I'm sure I'd end up completely spent, exhausted, prone, sore & pooped, thank you very much!
~ OMK
Stella had the circus-goers all agog!
Her agile acrobatics left them awed!
Mid-way thru her act, she had to pause.
She felt her costume giving in to flaws!
Before a mishap left her over exposed
The circus ticket-taker was on his toes.
He once worked with sails on a ship.
Now he sewed sequins with his needle-tip.
With a little fabric offset, a rip was resewn,
The seamster had become a hero unknown.
With a slant to a strap, Stella reappeared.
Continued her act as people cheered!
Dick Turpin was an outlaw, known and feared,
A highwayman for whom a bounty appeared.
On his horse, Black Bess, he'd prance to a carrige
And demand of the travelers, money they carried!
He careered onward, cheered by the peasantry,
"Stand and deliver," he demanded pleasantly!
To the men in the furrows, he seemed a hero!
Meanwhile sheriffs made it hotter than he'd know!
At last he was caught, thrown into a gaol,
Tried as a horse-thief, a bagatelle to his tale.
With fatalistic levity, he walked up to his gibbet,
Fitted for a loop, as a warning to exhibit.
Well, this was a Sunday toughie. I had trouble with two of the answers and the solution pretty much eluded me. I guess Judo is just not my thing, even on Jumble. But cute to see the guys so disconcerted by that tough little gal. Anyway, looking forward to an easier Monday.
BTW, Misty, since you usually comment on the picture, I'm the one who colored the j4. Could have colored the j6 as well, but everything in it was supposed to be white anyway.
Hi. Been gone for awhile, but back now. I thought the j4 was pretty easy, including the solution, and also that the solution wasn't particularly expressive of boredom.
J4 poem was clever, but not as much so as others of Owen's work.
The j6 clues came pretty easily too, but I had to think about the solution for a bit. I guess the cartoon made a visual connection to the last part of the solution?
I enjoyed the j6 poem a lot; have heard of Dick Turpin, but googled him to learn more. The part about levity when hanged -- or nonchalance -- is apparently true. But he certainly did a lot of crimes besides holding people up on the road. I guess he did whatever came along. As so often, the legend is bigger and more romantic then the person.
BTW, Owen, really enjoyed both your CC limericks, especially the second one.
Just looked in at one of the other Jumble blogs, Where it was pointed out that the two characters sparing in the background are David Hoyt (bald writer) and Jeff Knurek (glasses cartoonist).
Who would've guessed?
I wonder who the foreground characters are. The two whiners look like twins, tho' one has grown longer sideburns.
Misty ~ Sorry you weren't having much success. I'd hoped my hint might help, but maybe the solution expression is too odd.
I wonder if the idiom comes from WWI dog fights...?
I think circus acrobats may use a similar saying when they miss nailing a somersault through a circlet of wood or metal, but to them it's being blown by the hoop.
~ OMK
A quick Google check turns up two possible origins for the idiom. My favorite is from computer programming, wherein a creator gets into a quandary by finding his code turning back on itself over & over.
But the expression in question has been around a lot longer than computers, so a more likely origin comes from boxing, when one pugilist hits another so powerfully the victim gets knocked backwards head over heels--into a backwards somersault.
~ OMK
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