| || mercy, nippy, joyous, marvel, immensely.
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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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It was the Christmas season, that joyous time of year,
And the day of gifts mercifully was coming near.
Little Tommy knew his family hadn't much to spare,
But he had his hopes up for more than underwear.
Morning came, and Tommy tumbled out of bed.
Excitement in his heart that he'd maybe got a sled!
There unwrapped except a bow, stood in his hovel
A metal marvel of a bright and shiny red -- snow shovel!
His father told him this was a better gift than a sled.
With this he could earn for whatever was in his head!
So in nippy weather he dug immense piles of snow,
And vowed nevermore! Now he's a couch potato!
Ah, a poetic tribute to the varied ways we find our true life vocations! How fortunate for Little Tommy that he discovered his potato-ness in the sweet aura of Christmas. How unfortunate for his dad--that he's still supporting that son...
Once a month the fancy golf club admits needy players to its links without charge. Women's foursomes are allowed in the very early mornings, and the free men's tee times are from 11:30 to 5pm.
~ OMK
Another really easy jumble. True, this time the clues came first, but once all the letters were there, the solution leapt out at me. Kind of obvious idea, considering the cartoon wording, but ok.
The poem is sad, though Tommy may have been a bit unrealistic in his hopes, considering the family's finances. And, in fact, I'm surprised his father was letting him keep potential earnings. I' m sure at least he was expected to maintain the family environs snowfree. Yes, rather sad that he didn't get any fun present at all. Hard to believe he was allowed to quit his "job".
Now I'm depressed! Lol.
I wanted to say he grew up and vowed no to work a job requiring being outside in bad weather, nor hard physical labor. And got rich. But there are too many jobs like that, plus by the time I reached that point, I only had half a line left. And potato rhymed with snow.
Fun Jumble this morning. I got all for words with only a moment's hesitation on the third one, and the solution popped up instantly. I love how the Jumble cartoon almost always displays racial diversity--wonderful. And it was a pleasure to find all the words in Owen's poem, and to get Ol'Man Keith's funny play with the solution word. Have to get ready to make a pear salad to take to a friend's potluck lunch today. Have a good Tuesday, everybody.
I got enormous pleasure from both poem and J's. Except I couldn't fit that word plus LY into the Riddle-Solution.
The four J's went fast but I needed a little ink on the paper for the Riddle-Solution and voila.
Snow days were work days with the shovel. And... One early job was lobster shucking. All you could eat but I quickly lost my taste for lobster and vowed never to pay for it.
WC
Thanks, Misty!
Glad it wasn't too forced for you--or maybe just forced enough?
I thought of rhyming with the three words "thin men's tea," but most Americans make the first vowel a little higher on the back of the tongue (unlike Brit RP speakers), hence I chose the higher "ee" phoneme in "free."
~ OMK
Your "free" worked great, Ol'Man Keith.
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