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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.
16 comments:
The solution was funny, but familiar.
They were told they belonged to the group who must rid themselves of, or kid themselves out of, a tendency to mope. This and any other attention-drawing habits attracted too much focus from do-gooders and police.
~ OMK
Reposted from late last night. I've combined Monday and Tuesday J's. #2 is there, I'd forgotten it but re-reading I found it.
Yes, York where Prince John hastened to huddle with Fitzhurse
Front de Boeuf, De Bracy, Sir Brian and Isaac with the deep purse.
John's never sunny disposition had turned livid then grey
For now he knew Coeur de Lion was back and would have his day.
Could he muster sufficient force and inject it with the courage
To face the imposing challenge of Richard and his entourage?
For the rightful King was a man who always did justice
Finished whatever he started and would surely encompass
All chivalric and knightly values the truly noble
Would follow. Whereas for John: capriciousness was his foible .
Perhaps desperation would be the glue that united this cabal.
For the encounter with his brother he couldn't long forestall.
Within the week Richard would be able to have rallied
All true Englishman proud to call Coeur de Lion an ally.
WC
So I guess, Wilbur, that Scott liked Richard? I think he was actually a very mixed bag. You inspired me to do some research on him to supplement my existing impressions.
Well, this jumble was pretty easy; I did it last night. I've heard that joke before, but it's still worth a little smile.
Happy Bastille Day!
My Tuesday puzzle
Wohoo, I got IGLOO
And found it funny
To get SUNNY.
So this puzzle was no muddle
And required no HUDDLE.
Here's the judgment I INJECT:
A Tuesday puzzle almost perfect.
Foreshadowing a clue from later in the week in the LATimes xwor
In the land of the blind
The one-eyed reign
Or so the sages speak.
But in the land of the one-eyed men
The two eyed man is a freak
How about the four-eyed, Wilbur? I have had, in the past, that nasty appellation applied to me. Happily, it was the long ago past.
Ha. Back in the day. I received a prescription for corrective lenses and in fact somewhere along the line I may have required them to drive.
Nevertheless, I never wore them. That was back about age 16.
The poem is a parable about a parable.
WC
Yes, I got the parable. Tsk, Wilbur, driving without your glasses? Glad you made it without a crash.
Everyone on the page is rhyming now
Even those who claim they don’t know how,
It tickles me pink to read the link,
Where else are ALL so able to WOW?
~ OMK
Well, I refrain from rhyme
Almost all of the time.
See!
Even thee,
San-dee!
I take note when you show restraint,
Even when you could, you ain't
Gonna paint
An ode or plaint.
Your note above
To Wilbur with love,
(Because he's not dead),
You coulda said:
"I'm glad that, driving without glasses,
You made it without crashes!"
~ OMK
Aye York indeed, whence come the noted puddings
& many wee doggies. That ancient Roman town
Is famed for awesome events, among which a fling
I had wi' a lassie wi' eyes of blue and gold-brown
Hair that graced her belly as we lay down.
(Harrumph.
Some things are nicer to recall
But I am tasked to answer another call.)
'Tis hard to remember all the folk in Scott.
Just who was who--and if true to history?
Was John so mean? And Lionheart great and not
The irresponsible abdicator that we
Have learnt, a fusty nut on the family tree?
Mayhap our Wilbur is the scribe to set
All straight. T'untangle interwoven roles,
To keep all right and never to forget
What connects friend to friend and soul to soul.
Let's pay him heed. Support his lofty goal!
~ OMK
Wow! Owen, Wilbur, and now Ol'Man Keith and Sandy too!
Time to start thinking of a new name for our blog corner.
Absolutely not "pathetic poetic"--absolutely not.
How about "Prime Rhyme" corner? Other suggestions?
But can I still be a regular (irregular) blogger here, even If I'm not a regular poet?
Like me, Sandy, I consider you a prose rose--as well as an occasional poet.
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