| ankle, basin, flatly, kettle, tall tails. |
| socket, piglet, advice, poorly, afloat, ruckus, "purr-oof" positive.
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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.
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Clementine, a miner on the Moon
Fills her kettle with the metal zune
Shuffles thru the basin of a lunar mare
That stretches flatly, sans sea or air.
But in the center stands a tall spike
The tail left from a meteor strike.
At its base would likely be a trove
Of the precious zune for which she strove.
Calves and ankles raised on Earth
Can travel fast with gravitational dearth.
The robot kettle on its tread plates
Has to hurry to keep up to her pace.
"Light she was, and like a feather,
And her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes, minus topses,
Oh, my darlin', Clementine..."
I'd bet on Clementine to out run a robot kettle any day of the week. Thank you, Owen, for reviving my childhood sweetheart. I always enjoyed the hearty & hardy Clementine of song.
"How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine!
'Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot
My Clementine."
~ OMK
J4
"Ah sho has enjoyed lis'nen to yo' salty tales an' sea shanties, ma fren', an' ah'm gonna miss 'em when y'all sails in the mah'nin'."
J6
"Sheriff, I believe Two-gun Pete is the highwayman who robbed the Glendale stage. The holdup took place on that stretch of road with distinctive pearly gravel. His horse's feet must've picked it up. Check for a hoof deposit of the stuff!
~ OMK
Well, with a little work I got all six Jumble words, and the first solution word was a cute gimme. (I'm referring to the purring kitty cat on the grandma's lap, with the sweet little kids petting it). Loved the cartoon drawing with grandma's glasses and robe and slippers and the stripes on the kitty--would have been nice to see all this in color.
Interesting Clementine poems and references--not sure I actually got them, but I sure enjoyed the sound of them--so thank you, Owen and Ol'Man Keith.
Even with all six J's , what seems to be the obvious first word but with OMK's spoon telling me different I can't GROK the theme.
No J6 poem for help.
WC
I had a big j6 problem too. Got on the wrong track for the ending of the first solution word, and couldn't seem to get off of it.
What can you do about much-loved family members who won't take the situation seriously? Love them and hope for the best, I guess.
I have a cat I call Kitty-Kat
She drinks from a fountain on a mat.
The mat's a must, she makes such a muss,
Like a little piglet making a fuss!
The fountain plugs in to a socket nearby
To power the pump, and a filter will try
To keep her fur from clogging the pipe.
If anything's afloat, she'll give it a swipe!
If we give her advice, she takes it poorly
She has her own way she thinks is groovy.
Sticks her whole head in the fountain flow
To lap up water from the basin below.
Then she'll climb on the bed and raise a ruckus
Shaking her wet head to inundate us!
But the way she'll purr is proof positive
That as a "nit-wet" cat is how she wants to live!
Sorry to be so late with the J6 poem, especially since it seems it was needed today! Went to sleep last night after writing only one poem, and just woke up an hour or two ago. The tale it tells, by the way, is 100% factual. (Bren, BTW, named her Ravena, a name I didn't care for, so Kitty-Kat, in true Jellicle Cat fashion, has multiple names.)
Sorry, Sandy & Wilbur, that I couldn't offer an exact rhyme for the clever hyphenated first "word" of the J6 solution. I couldn't find a grammatical way to work "her hoof" into my response. (Almost did it, but it wasn't fluent enough.)
And then there's the added problem of the different ways people pronounce "hoof"...
Ah, well. Some days we're glad just to come close.
~ OMK
Hey, my mind is so distracted today I didn't even finish the crossword, and gave up on the j6. Tomorrow is definitely another day!
But thanks for the poems, a welcome relief.
Don't click your heels, Dorothy, or poof, Oz it is!
Gandalf had arrived in time to save the day
It was his advice that the trolls had heard on the way
To roasting dwarf that had caused a royal ruckus
Too wrapped up and busy with their culinary caucus.
Bilbo was afloat in the socket of a tree
Feeling poorly for he'd not aided in the fight with the three.
With sunlight the party viewed the beastly enclave
Mutton , piglet , human bones marked the entrance to the cave.
The door was locked now where to find the key
"Here it is", said Bilbo. "It was lost in the melee."
"Proof positive" Gandalf said, "That our burglar
Is worthy and not a mere country burgher."
WC
Funny poems and glosses, everybody--a Sunday delight--many thanks. I love all the cleverness on this Jumble blog. Just wish I was a poet and could contribute, but at least I'm an avid audience.
Great, Wilbur. I especially liked ruckus and culinary caucus.
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