| || foamy, seize, notion, gambit, "ingest" a moment.
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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:
I've been spending time designing a roboball game Each team would be 7 players -- all 13" diameter robots: a 7" tall dome, a 13" tall cylinder, two 13" tall wedges (think toothpaste tube on end), and three 3" tall disks (exactly Roomba size). The field is a giant pool table top, with 6 14" diameter, 3" deep pockets, plus two soccer style goals along the center axis. Enclosed by a net or plastic wall to keep the ball from bouncing out. Robots trapped in the pockets are stuck until the end of the period. Weight and power will have to be regulated so one team doesn't just push all opponents off the field. The ball is a slightly bouncy 6" diameter dodgeball. No remote control, the robots must be autonomous? Could robots foul?
The game was off with a start,
As the red team seized the ball.
Artoo bounced it off their dome,
To the cylinder Detoo's wall.
Detoo's foamy nerface gave,
To give the ball extra power.
But Ipana the blue team wedge
Intercepted so the shot was sour.
Ipana took a notion to flip it off
To the side by a middle pocket
Where a red disk in a sacrifice gambit
Deflected it but fell in the socket!
The blue wedge Crest, in jest,
Rolled atop the red disk a moment.
Then back on the baize to play
Where the game continued to foment!
Hmm. No remote control? I think the robots can't foul if they're completely autonomous. Is the game interesting then to humans?
I vote for giving human players the ability to intervene at critical plays--and maybe mark them up or down each time they "step in."
Today's solution:
It seemed he had been killed by an arrow, but that needed to be confirmed at the coroner's inquest. A bowman had been arrested, but others might have had access to the weapon marked in evidence.
~ OMK
FLN: Owen thanks for the encouragement. Yes, LIU says it's an 'e' on elven. And the closest I could come to ROBOT was "bura-hobbit" which William the troll heard eg." What are yer?"
"Bilbo Baggins, a bur - a hobbit"
And thanks again to Sandy, Misty and OMK too. I found a better link to the book. Novels77
WC
haPs.I had more to say last night but just before posting lost it. If I'm going to type directly into the box I must save as I go.
And... Even with 4 J's I couldn't get the theme even with Owen's note FLN about how horrible the pun was. But the poem had it clearly
Well, the clues were easy, but the solution stumped me. I wanted to go with -ing, which closed my thinking up unfortunately. So yes, I went to the poem and got the last word. Then figured out the remaining word. Completely agree with you FLN, Owen. This pun was very lame in its lack of connection to the cartoon. And not very funny anyway.
I enjoyed the poem itself, though don't really understand the game. That's ok, I've never been big on most team sports.
Thanks for the link, Wilbur. That makes it easy to read the book, but don't count on me getting through it soon. Which chapter are you on now, btw?
Sandy, I'm at the end of chapter 2, "Roast Mutton". And..
Amazing poem today Owen. And you found a use for "socket" which challenged me the other day. And to wrap up chapter 2:
Leaving the foul air of the treasure laden cave
They convened by the fire where they'd had such a close shave.
With foaming mugs of beer and bricks of cheese
The troup relaxed to enjoy what the trolls had seized
"So Gandalf", Thorin asked, wherever did you go?"
"I went looking ahead to see what I could find."
"And what brought you back? How'd you know?"
"I had a wizardly notion, I thought I'd look behind".
"The gist of your dilemma, in a moment I perceived
Sacked by truculent trolls, easy to deceive
Bickering and quarreling would be their fatal habit
Get them arguing until dawn was a surefire gambit".
WC
Nice poem, Wil. I enjoyed the gist of it. So if you're on Ch. 2, I could catch up. Will let you know if I do.
Wow! Two complicated, interesting, fun poems from Owen and Wilbur--thank you, thank you both for this treat! I loved this Jumble, probably because I love weddings after the lovely one my sweet Rowland and I had when I was almost 50 and he was 61. I have a frame with pictures of our wedding up on the hallway so I pass it every day when I walk to my bedroom, and it still makes me happy and grateful even with Rowland now gone. Love seeing the sweet couple in the cartoon sharing their wedding cake, and thought the solution was delightfully clever. Wasn't sure I had it right, but Ol'Man Keith once again thankfully confirmed that I had it. So thank you everybody, and have a good day!
Misty ~
I enjoyed the solution too. It wasn't an easy solve, but that made it even more of a "win"--a delight.
The woman with the camera added some pressure to the bride and groom, as they ought to wait for her to insert a new card. But they're eager to sploosh on their cake in "a moment." How will this turn out?!!
~ OMK
This has certainly become the site for serious poetic endeavors. Owen has been our founder & champion from the start, and now Wilbur is joining him as a regular 2nd chair. Both gentlemen are amazingly capable of turning out verbal gems on quick order.
Just how they do it can only be answered as "genius." Theirs is an impressive skill, an art that leaves most pretenders in the dust!
~ OMK
Completely off the wall:
Writing poetry demands skill in synthesis, I think, rather than analysis. My strength has always been analytic, for Which reason I never could, never will, be able to write pietry. I can appreciate it, though!
Can't write pietry OR poetry.
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