| || rigor, robot, stereo, mascot, restore it.
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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.
7 comments:
Hello, I'm here early or late again, depending on how you look at it. The clues came easily, and with all the letters, so did the solution. Pretty clever, I thought.
I'll check in again tomorrow morning.
RoboBall was set to go
The home team was all oiled.
Boosters for the visiting foe
Needed to be foiled!
They'd kidnapped the mascot
Of Santa Fe, Mr. Opossum
The robots wouldn't roll a lot
Sans their spirit dude to boss 'em!
Gearlock Humms, detective droid,
Found the corpse in rigor mortis -
Playing possum, his sense annoyed
When the loud sound restored it.
The band blared out in stereo
"Holy Fear Of Santa Fe"
Out the roboball did roll,
And the home team won the play!
I am not going to state a personal position here, as that would be too political. I am merely reporting that, in addition to some GOP members who disliked their 2016 option, some of my anti-Romney neighbors still pine for their party B.M., "Before Mitt."
~ OMK
This one came easy. The four J's popped and the letters were easy to grok the riddle-solution.
Let's check in with Bilbo....
Gandalf and Thorin took two jewel encrusted swords
Perhaps belonging to kings or ancient Elvan Lords
Bilbo spotted what for others was a mere pocket knife
He gladly grabbed the shiny blade, later it'd save his life
After the rigors of the wet and hungry trek
Bilbo felt he hadn't yet earned his paycheck.
Was he just a mascot? What truly was his merit?
If his reputation had flagged he vowed to restore it.
"Bura-hobbit" the trolls had said". He was no stereotypic mouse.
Gandalf said he take the group around to the Last Homely House.
The hidden Elvan fortress splendid since the days when
Elrond the king abode with his lovely daughter Arwen.
*His first words to William(the troll) were "I'm a burg, I mean a hobbit".
Can't believe the amount and degree of cleverness on this blog! Delightfully complicated and neat poems, Owen and Wilbur, with the Jumble words and solution all brilliantly worked in! And then, as always, Ol'Man Keith's surprising and fun gloss. Sandyanon, I think those geniuses are lucky to have an appreciative audience like us!
Sweet Jumble cartoon this morning, as always. I love the way inter-racial characters appear in the pictures almost daily--one of my favorite features of our Jumble. And happily, I got the solution very quickly.
Have a good day, everybody.
Two entertaining poems. Owen, I am even more awed by the scope of your imagination.
Wilbur, I always look forward to your tales and this time I'm hoping that your ending means there's more about Arwen to come.
Great poem, as usual, Wilbur. Two nits -- isn't it spelt Elven, and did you take a mulligan on robot, since mine used the concept extensively? I enjoy BattleBots, but want to do something less explicitly violent with RoboBall. Not sure what yet. I'm sort of picturing hockey played by Roombas maybe.
Gearlock Humms I hope to develop a bit, too.
I just did Wednesdays Jumble, so let me warn you it is one of the worst excuses for a pun yet. It has noting to do with a wedding, and would have fit a pie-eating contest better than a tiered cake.
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