| soapy, music, basket, gentle, (a) make up test. |
| sentry, infant, occupy, mature, annual, borrow, creature comforts.
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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.
11 comments:
What kind of a poem shall I write today?
An idyll to help thoughts drift away,
Like babes in a basket, flowing down stream
In a fantasy forest in a gentle lullaby dream?
Or maybe a love song with some soapy tears
Of a loved one unaware of a fawner's fears
That he doesn't see her, know she exists;;
Cares for her less than for a bowl of chips.
Or maybe a blast of a gaudy musical theme
To enliven the blood, make senses scream!
Wake up the sleepy, complacent soul,
Challenge them to test their cherished goal!
A sentry was sent up, to guard the infant princess
From the evil eyes who occupy the interstices.
The Little Folk, the Gremlins, the Elden Elves and Sprites
Who steal changeling babies and vanish in the nights!
The children they mature in their barrow creches,
To become the Lost, the demented homeless wretches.
On their annual day of their robbing from the crib
Their veil is sometimes lifted to let them see a drib.
The see the changeling babe, replaced in their swaddling,
Raised by loving parents with their borrowed coddling,
In creature comforts lavished, and educated well,
Raised to fool humans to think that they are swell!
When the Gremlins came to snatch the princess babe
The sentry was alert and forced them to their cave.
Likewise the Elden Elves, and the Gnomes in force
For the sentry was a Wizard -- and the babe was you, of course!
J4
The dog sitter lost his first & only charge! The Pugf slipped out the back door & got away. The owner was on his way to collect him. In order to buy time to find the little guy and lend credibility to the story that the animal was "somewhere" on his property, the sitter concocted artificial feces to look as if the dog was nearby. But the fake pup mess fooled no one.
J6
The hooligans who frequently climbed the right field wall to avoid paying admission to the baseball games were also known to harass paying patrons. The park management decided to make examples of several offenders, suing them for civil damages in the cases known collectively as the "Bleacher Bum Torts."
~ OMK
So I solved the j4, but gave up on the j6. I think my energy level is dow. And I know I should be getting more exercise, which would help the energy.
Anyway the j4 was pretty easy and I thought the pun quite appropriate. Really enjoyed the j4 poem, Owen. Especially liked the bowl of chips, but the whole thing flowed so well, and with such apt ideas for poems.
Got all the j6 clues except the fourth without help, but I looked at the two eight-letter words and when a solution didn't come immediately, just felt tired and looked it up. Bad day, I guess. The poem is wonderful, with such a fascinatingly depressing tale. How sad the Lost, and how unlike a princess am I!
I had trouble with the first three words of the lower Jumble, but thought I had gotten them, and then went on to the solution. That came readily, but didn't quite work with the letters I had. So had to go back and realized I had to first word wrong. Not sure how to fix it, so came to Owen's poem for help. Tada! There it was--thank you, Owen. Now my Sunday Jumble was complete. And Ol'Man Keith confirmed that my solution was correct.
I loved, loved, loved this cartoon, with those animals relaxing so comfortably in their new home, and in total harmony with each other. Wouldn't it be a wonderful world if both humans and animals could work like that? I keep hoping that one outcome of our coronavirus crisis might be to have nations feel more cooperative and sympathetic toward each other. Wouldn't that be wonderful!
Sandy ~ Sorry to read abt your low energy.
You say you may need more exercise. Is that because of the need to stay indoors? If so, you might want to check on the good range of house-bound exercise regimens available on line.
Because of my diminished ability to walk, I have taken to daily "floor exercises," routines that flex every part of the body (plus weight lifting) that don't require standing. I often feel lethargic in the morning, but by the time I push myself through my regimen, I'm pretty well perked up.
Assuming you can stand, you might find value in something like these military exercises: https://www.military.com/military-fitness/workouts/stuck-inside-indoor-workout-ideas.
If these don't appeal, you'll find many other routines on offer.
Keep your spirits up. Stay safe!
~ OMK
Thank you, OMK. I think walking would be good for me and I live in a senior complex with masses of sidewalks and green space, so it's feasible. I quote a sentence I saw the other day: "The less I do, the lazier I get." !!!
A perfect quotation, Sandy! I agree wholeheartedly.
It is good to have so much "walkabout" space as you describe. Many in our region are fortunate in that respect--large fenced-in properties and protected walk areas.
I feel sorry for folk who live in tiny NYC apartments. I used to be one of them, and I know it is especially hard on those who often have no balconies for fresh air, with front doors that open on tight hallways jammed against other apts.
I had an actor friend whose mini-apartment had a kitchen with his bed and toilet in it. The toilet was inside a "ring" shower curtain for privacy.
~ OMK
I solved all ten J's and two riddles. The following is from the second set.
"Let me see the map you found", Elrond said.
"Ah, I see mystic runes that bode an annual event.
They borrow from the Noldor the skill to look ahead
And just exactly what and why the clues represent".
Bilbo was occupied with hobbit-like insecurity
The dwarves and Gandalf had far more maturity
He felt like an infant, a child amongst the brave
Creature comforts were all that he'd ever craved.
Elvish sentries acclaimed that the coast was clear.
Bilbo borrowed courage from those that had no fear
They must pass through many perils along the way
And be sure to reach the mountain by Durin's day.
WC
Nice poem, Wilbur. Using the link you supplied, I have finally started reading The Hobbit. Not gotten very far yet. IF I ever catch up with you, shall I stop or keep going?
Sandy, go ahead and keep reading. I leave stuff out. But, you might want to just follow me along. We're about to begin chapter 4.
WC
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