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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
8 comments:
No Owen yet. Hope all's well, that he's catching more Zs & not sick.
I wonder at the self-imposed stress level of his daily composition. I wish he could find some way to allow for regular days off.
~ OMK
Me too, OMK. I hope he's not having any serious problems. That he does put up the jumble is encouraging, so I hope for his return.
Oh dear, I too really looked forward to Owen's poem since I needed help with the solution and knew it would help me. So I too am worried that he hasn't checked in today, and hope he's just tired, but all right. I had to work a bit on the four Jumble words, but got them. And sadly had to look up the solution--but it turned out to be very funny and cracked me up (pun intended). I'll keep my fingers crossed that we'll still hear from Owen today or tomorrow.
But, Misty, was that your Best guess?
I tried TRUET on #1 perhaps I was thinking of a cruet with honest measurements.
I spotted all those T's ; I just needed to get the first word.
OMK might have said something about the insane asylum trying new drugs on the "test nutties".
I can do a little doggerel but what Owen does is beyond my ken.
WC at the Bay Pines VA
Not bad, Wilbur, not bad.
But today’s solution sent me a little further afield. It caused me to imagine a scene among seafaring pirates of old.
On a secret island, Capt. Kidd is leading his crew to bury several treasure chests, great leathern trunks filled with booty--gold ingots, coins, and jewels galore. He’s keeping a special eye on a fresh crew member, a new light-fingered mate who’s apt to filch a ruby or pearl for himself. He has warned his regulars to watch out for this reputed thief among thieves.
Kidd watches warily as one of the treasure lids pops open, revealing a cache of emeralds to the eyes of the thief who is following next in line.
The captain bellows, “Belay! Keep your bleedin’ chest shut! He’s right behind you!”
~ OMK
Don't make me say the word, Wilbur. Neat story, Ol'Man Keith--what do you call the solution joke today? Not a spoonerism, right?
Right. Just like Tuesday's, this solution can't be spoonerized--because the key words use the same phoneme (no point in switching an "h" with another "h" or today's "b" with a "b").
Today it's just a rhyme. But I chose to split it over two sentences. It catches the jumble solution's meter well, and I enjoy doing it this way It's fun to think it up, and it provides the reader (you) with something to chew over--and to sound aloud.
~ OMK
Oops!
Sorry, I meant Wednesday's solution, not Tuesday's--as the other one that couldn't be spoonerized.
~ OMK
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