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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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The innkeeper was happy to be of service when the bus transporting the collegiate debate team ran out of gas just half a mile from his door.
They would all be on their way in the morning, but he would be able to boast to local hoteliers that he had filled fifteen rooms--on a week night!
Not just with students but with their faculty sponsors, including a high official of the school.
Yes, he had lodged a dean!
~ OMK
Thorin and the dwarves were now completely besieged
But it was the monotonous cram for which Bilbo grieved.
"A little salsa mixed in would surely help a lot
Plus a fudge sundae for dessert with cherry on top".
Seeing the armies about was causing Thorin's rage.
13 dwarves and a hobbit could hardly engage
Two armies. His hope was that Dain* might negate
The enemy powers hoping to seal his fate.
Thinking to avoid bloodshed Bilbo started to think
He'd use the Arkenstone and disappear in the blink
Of an eye. But the plan had one major glitch.
When all was said and done, he'd be Bilbo the Snitch.
* Dain of the Iron Hills to the North
WC
Saturday solving is a sludge
But I refuse to fudge
It makes me so irate
I think I'll just negate
And to avoid becoming a snitch
To my Kenken I will switch.
OK, so tell me, what rhymes with SALSA?
The new Mexican cafe had booths lined in balsa
Quesadillas, tacos and corn chips with salsa
Then along came WILE Wilbur who caused a major scene
"Not fries, Senorita, I wanted mine with onion rings.
Are you sure he wouldn't want them with BEANS? That would create much less of a scene.
Ah, the Balsa quesadilla!
Jose’s favorite treat,
For fine wooden dining
It cannot be beat.
¡Jose, No lo toques!
Medics checked out his plate.
And over his body
They pondered his fate.
“Just look at this menu,”
An EMT rued.
“For want of a comma,
A coma ensued!”
What is the moral?
No need to waltz a-
Round it: WHOEVER
NEEDS TO RHYME SALSA?!
~ OMK
You guys blow my mind with your poetic skills! Give me chills!
Ah, don't forget Grammar
In praising our skill.
Though it may lack glamor,
It's not just a frill.
Let's be clear with our commas--
Our periods too--
Lest we end up in traumas
Like Jose went through.
You defer to no one,
When you set yourself free.
Jump in! Have fun,
Calliope Votary!
~ OMK
Apologies to Sandy ~
I promise: prose will follow soon!
I fear I have over-rated my ability to avoid rhyme & rhythm. But I am working on it.
~ OMK
To Wilbur and Keith
You've convinced me to stammer
That I love your grammar
And from now on I will
Display nothing but thrill
When I come into view
Of the poems you drew.
So I thank you with glee
For enchanting me.
Misty
That makes me happy!
Remember when we conferred "dubbing" powers on me?
I now dub thee:
"Misty Calliope,
Poetry Votary."
(The several duties, rights, & privileges appertaining thereunto to be determined by thyself.)
Wilbur ~ You, sir, in recognition of your unstinting poetical labors, are deserving of high recognition as
Lord of the Lord of the Rings,
- or -
"Terrific,
Prolific,
Amanuensis Hobbitensis."
(No need to spell out any of your duties, rights, etc. etc.
Just don't try to use these honorifics anywhere but on this site.)
~ OMK
Misty, you just reminded me of something. Re. Beckett: you suggested Wikipedia. I read that entire article complete with all the theories: existential to religious etc.
Since you authored a hook which could be re-titled "Joyce for dummies" I thought you could simplify GODOT.
Two bums are waiting for Godot to show up and tell them something. A guy comes from Godot and says "Godot ain't coming"
Twice.
It's de definitely more complicated than takes of Bilbo but more entertaining?
Elia* converted Shakespeare to prose stories. There's an idea for both Samuel and James ..
WC
And became a xword legend
Wilbur, I find Bilbo totally entertaining, even with my sad poetic training. (Joyce scholars are not necessarily poets, and they know it).
Wait, wait, wait.
I just realized that one of the greatest poets in my scholarly circle has dubbed me "Misty Calliope, Poetry Votary!"
Wow! What wonderful news!
This makes me a Muse!
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