| || chomp, tooth, jiggle, beanie, going to the "jim".
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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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Gaylord went off to college, ready for a jaunt!
He had his beanie, and a racoon coat to flaunt!
He was ready for the roaring twenties, Kate!
Alas, he was a cool century out of date!
Still, he tried to act his part, as a campus clown.
At the student union, he scarfed cheeseburgers down.
But as he chomped, he felt a problem with a tooth.
A foreign object in the meat made a tooth come loose!
He could feel it wiggle, and jiggle back and forth.
He tried to do that gently, without using any force.
Going to the dentist was what he knew he had to do
To jimmy it back in to place, and apply some glue.
His tooth was even further out of sync than he.
It harkened back to eighteen hundred's Gay Nineties.
The tooth, he said, must be Gay, beyond a doubt!
Otherwise why would it make a fuss of coming Out!
A fine poem, Owen! -- beautifully arranged to culminate with that hilarious play on words. I enjoyed it throughout, with your details of 20s' collegiate life and your inventions on the dentistry theme. Bravo!
I think one of the reasons for James' popularity must be his ability to quickly provide clients with the appropriate exercises for their physiques. He must have a keen eye for body types--in an instant knowing who is slim, fat, lanky, squat, etc. No time is wasted; they start sweating right away.
~ OMK
Well, as usual I had trouble with a Jumble word--the fourth one on this morning. And, as usual, I came to your poem for help, Owen. And there it was, my fourth word, right at the beginning of your fun poem. And now I had all the letters and was determined to get the solution without help. It took a bit of playing around, but then--Voila!--there it was. It surprised me a little to have a name in the solution, but it made it even funnier and more delightful. And, of course, Ol'Man Keith's spoonerism, or its ilk, confirmed that I got it right. So thanks for a great Saturday morning, everybody!
Mrs Spooner would be proud of OMK. If I have the origin correct. What was that English play?
Great poem today. I could see a couple of words suggesting mastication.
Gay * has left the vernacular, as has that ubiquitous 40s word, SWELL. The latter has been replaced by "Wonderful".
WC
* And has been replaced by a completely different connotation
Wilbur ~ I believe you're thinking of Sheridan's comedy, The Rivals, and of his character, Mrs. Malaprop. She is the eponymous source for "malapropisms," which are wrong word choices, especially big words that show the speaker doesn't understand their meaning.
She says for instance, "He is the very pineapple of politeness!"
- and -
"She's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of Nile."
"Spoonerisms" are named after the Rev. William A. Spooner, an Oxford don who was known for making verbal slips, transposing the first letters of key words.
"Three cheers for the queer old dean!" (instead of "dear old queen") is a favorite of mine.
For both you and Misty ~ For the record, my hint for today's solution (above) is neither a spoonerism nor a malapropism but just a workable rhyme.
When I can manage a spoonerism, it's a red letter day.
~ OMK
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