| || khaki, verge, bonnet, snappy, "prankenstein".
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
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April Fool, Everone!
I gather from yesterday's delightful poems by Owen & our freshest contributor, Sandy, that "Carl" has more than one persona.
This ditty is dedicated to his darker avatar.
(Alas,it carries no hints regarding today's Jumble.)
What "Carl" sets out to accomplish
Is beyond him to carry through.
But he can always blast Congress
While his fans, blaming them, remain true.
"It's the intention that counts," they say.
"We sigh for pie in the sky,
But the Deep State just takes it away.
His heart's on our side; he's our guy!"
And now as the virus defeats
His claims of "total control"
And plans for an Easter retreat,
His pals have a perfect loophole.
"He asserted executive rule
To halt the plague in its tracks,
But those f*#!~ing medical fools
Gave his 'perfect' efforts the axe...."
~ OMK
Yes, unfortunately "Carl" always has his followers, whether it's devotion or venality motivating them.
I thought the jumble today had a clever idea. The clues were quite easy and the solution just a tweak. I do think the scientist made a lousy haberdasher.
Back to Bilbo and the Goblin King ("Carl?).
There stood the Goblin King, his crown like a gaudy bonnet
" Make it snappy, Dwarf, I don't want some dwarfish sonnet!"
A blinding flash occurred. And on the verge of disaster
Hacking and cleaving, there was the wizard master.
"Frankly, said Gandalf, let's make haste and bolt this sty"
This is no orcish prank! Get moving, fly you fools, fly!"*
Dwarves move fast, but little hobbits are not so fleet.
"Hop on", said Bofur. "Let's flee this goblin hot seat".
*Much later (LOTR) in the mines of Moria, Gandalf battles a Balrog and uses those exact words.
WC
The four J's flew this morning. Once I got all the letters I could parse out what I expected the riddle to be. I had to take some liberties with my poem as usual. Perhaps Owen* gets a kick out of parsing my attempts at #1 and the riddle-solution.
WC
Not to speak of OMK
The creature tried to blend in & not draw unwonted attention. He queued for his ladle of soup, trying not to let his chains clank in line as he moved along patiently.
I confess this had me stumped for a time. I thought it might be the perfect April Fool's joke--a jumble of useless letters.
Finally, the light...
~ OMK
Sandy, your haberdasher joke cracked me up. Yes, that is the craziest hat I've ever seen. Delightful Jumble this morning and I got all the words but it took me a little playing around before, Yay, I got the funny solution. Then, what a surprise to get an Ol'Man Keith poem with a brilliant political theme! Wish we could send Carl a copy. Wow! The poetry on this Jumble blog is going through the roof! And then comes Wilbur with his orkish prank of another poem. My goodness, you all know how to make this dreary season a lot more fun than I expected--many thanks!
Misty, re. A post I put on CC... Are you familiar with Siddhartha? What's with the French Horn allusion - The Sports Illustrated article about a fictitious"Sidd" Finch had him previously in Tibet and playing French Horn.
I guess I could read Siddhartha. Who wrote that. OMK, I'll bet you know.
WC
Heck, our resident poet/ literateur Owen surely can elucidate re. Siddhartha
Yep, I'll defer to Owen as our true encyclopedist.
I read Siddhartha (on the spiritual journey of the Buddha, by Hermann Hesse) ages ago, but I don't recognize the reference.
A neat visual in your verse today, Wilbur! "Hacking & cleaving"! I could easily see & feel the flash arrival and the scurrying rush of flight.
~ OMK
Franklyn was a Millennial milliner
Making young fillies fillier!
At bolts of khaki he'd be hacking
Making bonnets with fine trappings!
He made hats with snappy brims,
Easter chapeaus as floral hymns!
On the verge, a price tag hung
That fluttered as a psalm was sung!
Once, upon a challenge prank
He made a hat from which one drank!
The ten-gallon hat held a jug of wine
He called his hat a Franklyn Stein!
A fine & funny poem, Owen, with a punchy ending. Made me happy to see it.
I liked the "price tag" bit--reminding us of Minnie Pearl. You are eclectic!
BTW, I just realized that my own "ditty" above can be sung to the tune of the 2nd movement of Beethoven's 7th.
(Didn't mean to plagiarize, but I've been ear-budding it while doing my exercises the past two days.)
~ OMK
No question, the cartoon features Gene Wilder, from Young Frankenstein.
The hair, the 'stash--perfect!
"No, not 'Steen'!
==> My name is Franken-STEIN!"
~ OMK
OMK, here's the actual line from "The Hobbit"
They(the elven farriers) had called it Orcrist, Goblin-cleaver"
Owen, bravo. Tres excellent.
OMK, that's right, Herman Hesse. Tough reading, I think I gave one of his works a short try.
WC
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