| bison, lying, inning, rotate, string (her) along. |
| dugout, wealth, beside, fusion, denote, deluge, saddled with debt.
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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:
Her manager said he liked her voice, but he had been bringing her up slowly. She was beginning to resent his caution. Ah, then this morning she found him in a good mood, and he said it was finally time to spring her a song!
That evening just before show time she felt butterflies beginning to swarm in her belly. Normal stress was bad enough, but she actually had a fear--a real phobia--of perspiration. And now when it was her cue to enter and sing, she was confused and--Oh, no! Where was she? The music was playing her intro...! She felt lost, and she was addled with sweat....
~ OMK
Well, the j4 wasn't very difficult, but as a phrase I can't see how the solution really relates to the situation in the cartoon, so the humor of it escapes me. Sorry.
Enjoyed the j6 no end, because the solution phrase fascinated me and I spent a lot of time trying to find a source of that idiom. Couldn't find any history for it, so probably it's just a transfer of the literal use of the first word to a metaphorical one. I can see how it could apply to many different third words. But literally, do horses really mind??I
I am hopeful there will be one or more poems today with the j6 words, because I can't imagine a coherent narrative with those clue and solution words all together. But there are some very creative people on this blog, so ....
"The Gambling Cowboy"
The cowboy was broke, with no wealth,
And he suffered from very poor health.
He was saddled with debt
And decided to bet
In the racecourse beside
His farm, his great pride.
The first race was a rout,
But he stayed and dug out.
He had no illusion
But amid his con-fusion.
A win was remote,
But his hope did denote
That some day he would win
And rake it all in.
And he did!
A victory huge
With a winning deluge.
So that now he has met
All the fees of his debt.
Which leaves him un-addled
And with riches be-saddled.
Wow! A terrific entry from Misty!
And this wonder from a gal who sez she ain't no poet. We are flabbergasted & excited.
WooHoo!!
Here's my latest labor:
Back home they were saddled with debt,
And folks said the explorers were daft
Putting all of their labor on one bet--
Seeking wealth on the Amazon river.
They worked beside one another building craft
For the "Oro ore" the waters would deliver--
Fusion boats combing dugout canoes
With platforms to carry the gold.
Then, alas! They had their first views
Of the omens that denoted & foretold
The deluge to end their venture bold.
Their fates had been packaged & sold.
~ OMK
So Misty, you made that first solution word work both ways, positive and negative. Good going.
See, I didn't think that horses would necessarily mind!
And...
We had to stop a game that summer
To rotate a bison that was lying
On the third base line, preventing a runner--
No matter how hard he was trying--
From scoring. In the final inning
Our team was winning,
And our fans did spring into song!
~ OMK
I had better luck with the 6*6. I did grok the 4*4 riddle-solution and had my remaining five letters. Of course the answers were simple once I figured them out.
After looking awhile I switched to the arduous xword. Doable but lots of P&P.
It'll take awhile but I'll try for ten J's and two riddle-solutions. I don't think 1198 AD had buffalo. Nor baseball but baseball terminology probably came from earlier usage
WC
(The missing final line.)
Here, he said. Hum along...
~ OMK
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PS. Good luck, Wilbur.
Maybe you can introduce an extra monk, one whose special fancy is to scribble medieval sci-fi--how he imagines the "future... "
Erratum: In poem #1, for "combing," read "combining."
I just learned that my 91 year old Dad, who lives in Pennsylvania, had a fall and is in the hospital. So the next few days may be busy and anxious for me, and I'm not sure I'll have time to Jumble and check in. But just wanted you all to know it's a personal situation and not a blog one.
Thanks for letting us know, Misty.
I'm sorry to read why you may be absent here. I hope all turns out well for your Dad. We all know how serious a fall can be, so please know our best wishes are with both you & your father.
Much love,
~ OMK
In the highest, most sequestered and bare turret room
Of the castle sat Dame Ulfried murmuring beside her loom
As the spindle rotated upon the floor,
Into the chamber was brought
Rebecca by two of the grooms as Ulfried brooded in thought.
"Up and away with you old one, you've had your innings".
Ulfried gazed at the lovely locks of Rebecca knowing hers were thinning.
"I'm like an old bison lying beside the road as a train
Of wealthy nobles full of looks of derision and disdain
Disturb my misery". "What is this forsaken dugout, mother
Into which I've been forced?" But as Ulfried ambled out, another
Entered, masked as one of the brigands of the forest.
Rebecca unclasped a broach offering it to her mysterious guest.
"Fair flower of the East, I'm not lying, the fusion of lips and eyes
Surpasses the mere shine of that jewel". Then Rebecca replied,
"Don't string me along, Fair Sir, I'll not be deluged with flattery"
But then Sir Brian heard the summons denoting trouble at the battery.
WC
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