| || frame, shrug, brunch, comply, up for grabs.
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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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What worth is there in aging days,
When frame balks, and mind betrays?
With jaws too weak to cope with brunch,
And every joint is Cap'n Crunch?
When daily life is become so drab,
While every memory is up for grabs.
Legs, with your orders, won't comply,
And your recourse is to shrug and sigh.
You wobble with each step you take,
And wonder which bone next will break.
To stand upright can make you dizzy,
You feel ancient as an old Tin Lizzy.
You're burdened with regrets from youth,
Your relevance is in dispute.
All that keeps you who you are
Is love from others, near and far.
What a sad poem, Owen, with its dreary recitation of the multiple tolls of aging. It reminds me that the only times I feel free and easy in my skin are such as right now, as I lay myself down to sleep--and so am not currently feeling the limits of "this muddy vesture of decay." Bless you at least for accuracy. Poetry requires truth.
Today's solution? Yes, an idiom, but one without a double meaning. Am I wrong?
The dogs in the cartoon remind me of the lad who loved his young dog and loved him some seafood too--yum! When offered a feast of crustaceans, however, he would not trade his pup for crabs.
~ OMK
Easy least today. Sad but a work of art, Owen. We certainly love you in here and over CC land.
OMK, you had a good one.
WC
I so relate to your poem today, Owen. Sad but true, especially in my case the third verse. Ah well, I can still sit and do jumbles and crosswords!I
The jumble was in fact very easy, but I didn't
really see any pun in the solution. It's just an idiom, right? Not even a very doggy one.
My goodness, Owen, what a terribly sad poem. I'm going to turn 75 at the end of this month, and still do a daily exercise routine, and am keeping in pretty good shape, except for occasional lapses of memory where I know I know a word but it takes time for it to surface. So I'll put your poem's prediction a bit down the road, and hope when the time comes, I'll still get the love your poem promises.
Well, I love dogs, so this cartoon was, of course, a delight. All four words were Monday easy, as was the solution--not as clever as some, unfortunately. Dogs do lots of things, but their little paws can't get hold of a ball very easily.
I've about decided that it's idioms they're trying to write, and if they can throw in a pun, that's just a bonus. Either that, or they've been at it so long they've gone stale.
Ol'Man Keith, I always enjoy your verbal play on the solutions. Please tell me again the term for your letter rearrangements--that way I'd have a more comfortable phrase for thanking you for your joking.
I think we called it a Spoonerism
But they're mostly not spoonerisms. They're rhymes or almost rhymes A spoonerism is the transposition of letters/sounds at the beginnings of words. One example I found with Google was "hissing the mystery lecture instead of missing the history lecture". It deals with the word beginnings, whereas OMK's rhymes deal more with the ends of words.
Is that ok, OMK?
Spent the day searching for a linguistic term for OMK's rhyming patter. Didn't find anything that exactly fit, but two terms that seemed to include it in larger contexts were METATHESIS and CANT. I researched them on Wikipedia, but I'll hold off on links in case any of you are interested enough to check other sources.
I think you're already onto the only "technical" term I use--when I can. I mean the spoonerism (sometimes capitalized) or spooner, when I can switch the initial letters or, preferably, sounds of the main words. When I can't do this to any worthwhile effect, I just look for rhymes--as in today's example.
If there is any craft in this, it is in making up the context. "Cup for crabs," for instance, could simply have been a seafood cocktail. But I didn't think it would have been particularly engaging, so I just kept wading down the alphabet.
Ah, yes, age! As Bette Davis--or someone!--said, "it ain't for sissies." I have five years on you, and I am very surprised to have reached this round number. Nobody else in my family history has made it past their early 70s Here I am, relatively healthy, with various chronic conditions in remission.
I used to be a runner but now have great difficulty walking. I get around in a power chair at home, and in a speedy lightweight "trike" scooter outside. I do floor exercises every day, but there is no denying whatever toll the years demand. It varies greatly among individuals, so I am most grateful (in this Thanksgiving season) for retaining my wits--esp. when I see some wonderful old friends losing theirs.
That is the most terrible price. So, we do our crosswords now--and Jumble!
~ OMK
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