| miner, oddly, skewer, florid, (his) "fill" (of) work. 
|| nibble, opaque, shoddy, calmly, pounce, sequel, by leaps and bounds.
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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 was a miner,
A twenty-forty-niner,
Digging thru the regolith of the Moon.
Tho the ground was dusty
Her instincts trusty
Led her to deposits of rare zune!
Zune, the magic metal,
She dug it by the kettle,
It was worth a fortune back on Earth!
They didn't have it there,
It would evaporate in air,
An oddity accounting for its dearth!
So she'd skewer gray
Lunar clumps of clay,
Digging down below the meteorite dust.
With each forceful thrust
Of her pick, she'd trust
She'd find a florid nugget 'neath the crust!
Then her kettle she'd fill
With zune to pay her bill
For her rocket trip out from mother planet.
She'd do the mining work
Plus get the lovely perk
Of a view only God once took for granted!
We'll see who's the smartest biped now.
I'm finished providing squirrel chow!
This new bird feeder that I've created
Will keep him from nibbling till he's sated!
The housing is opaque, he can't see inside
To see if there's any food to fill his hide.
The earlier version was shoddy -- he tore it open.
This sequel is sturdier than squirrel, I'm hopin'.
There, he's spotted it! Examining it calmly.
Sees it's out of bounds. Trying would be balmy.
But what? He pounces, and takes a flying leap!
Ghah! I'll come up with something new next week!
J4
Sam had had it with the wannabe femme fatales at his local dive bar.
"If I see one more B-girl shake her rump at me," he muttered, "I swear I'll kill the Twerk!"
~ OMK
Don't forget the set your clocks ahead.
J6
Anne Boleyn escaped the axe. It's a little known slice of history.
She rolled off the platform at the crucial moment. A conspiracy of Tower guards shielded her from King Henry's wrath as she raced through Traitors' Gate and into the Thames. But she hadn't reckoned on the river's fierce current, and her chains dragged her down.
She cried to her helpers for rescue, but Henry himself slew two Beefeaters with his own sword, crying, "Die, Creeps! Anne drowns!"
~ OMK
Misty, the "other" Wilbur is alive and well and at the top of his game. My first calm run through got only one. I read the Bridge column and tada the other five leaped out at me.
But, as I perused Owen's j6 poem I couldn't find coupon. Hmm, he could easily have used one at PetSmart. Aha, there was only one N on #5.
But there it was in the last verse.
I've come to a hiatus on my Bilbo story. If the violence was too much FLN, the original story, not to speak of the third Hobbit movie, triples it.
Perhaps later today I'll introduce Gollum and some more riddles. That was in the first part.
WC
I love both your poems, Owen, their meter, their rhythm, their rhyme schemes. And maybe especially the ingenuity of zune
J4 was easy all round, though I would have preferred "them" in the solution as maybe a more logical.
J6 was a toughie for me, the solution, that is. It is very clever, though, I thought.
I have a bit of a problem with the cartoonist -- why did the sole African-American have to be the basketball player? Why not be one of the onlookers?? I suppose it reflects the way things are.
Sandy ~
Looks to me like one of the onlookers is also a black dude.
Still fits the way things are...
~ OMK
Nice to see the white player wearing the tribute number 24 for Kobe.
~ OMK
And I hadn't realized til now, the black dunker is wearing Kobe's other number, 8.
Well, OMK, you may well be right; I was going more by the hair style than anything else.
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