| || slosh, young, eyelid, accrue, easily "scene".
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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.
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In my golden years I have become
my dermatologist's constant debtor.
My skin now belongs to some dirty bum,
though when I was young I was no fretter.
I'd no acne then, not an eyelid stye,
and at the beach sloshed SPF
over tummy, pectorals, ham, & thigh,
rubb'd well on surfaces & into each cleft.
My skin was pristine all through my youth,
no zits or eruptions as I basked by the ocean.
Little did I reckon I would accrue
sun damage despite the well-dabbed lotion--
And turn the bod that held such promise
to a fertile host for the cells called squamous.
The solution? Read on...
Back in Hoover's day, the FBI gathered background folders on many Americans suspected of being communists or subversives, emphasizing data of a sexual nature. To sleazily glean such material, they would plant hidden microphones and cameras, thus compiling files with which to blackmail citizens.
~ OMK
And at the head of sleazy sex? J Edgar hisself.
I had a devil of a time with #4(and #3 was no picnic*. I used the riddle-solution and knew I had to fit A,C,E into the circles. It seemed to make it harder.
OMK, you have got this Jumble poetisizing down pat.
WC
* Picnic was a CC clue this morning
My goodness, Ol'Man Keith--what a fabulous poetic production! I was planning to work up a small poem, but had trouble with the third word, although I had the solution. And there it was in your verse, many thanks. But wow! I'm still dazzled by your poem--and I think I'd best calm down and see if I can come up with anything later on.
Thanks, Wilbur, and thanks, Misty!
It's nice to be appreciated.
Almost worth the regular trips to the doc's office and the nurse's hot knife...
On a slightly perverse note, when they started cutting on my face, I was hoping for a neat scar (like a Schmiss in the old German dueling societies) but it's just my luck that I heal too well.
No noticeable souvenirs.
But I thank you for your comments.
~ OMK
Here's three days worth. First the J's and riddle-solutions then an update on doings in the greenwood
Ditty,Faint,Batten,Pepper;Patient patient
Hunch,Dinky,Gather,Simile;In hindsight
Slosh,Young,Eyelid,Accrue;Easily scene
Another Norman captured by Robin's bandits was Prior Aymer
The usually jovial cleric's Latin ditties could not avail nor deter
His being held for ransom along with Isaac of York, the Jew.
To Aymer's claim of indigence were the tithes that accrue
And could be easily seen by costly vestments and rings.
Young Allan a Dale had a hunch that the Jew could wring
The ransom from the Abbott and the Prior the same from the Jew.
"Between the two", quoth the minstrel, of bezants quite a few."
Aymer gathered that Isaac could easily afford six hundred
And Isaac's response was "Nothing dinky. A thousand instead".
Aymer nearly fainted but would leave in order to procure.
Robin responded "Send a young cleric, you'll stay here for sure".
"You've been battening your purse as herders gather wool
Or like your fellow Normans get fat from Saxon bulls".
The prior raised an eyelid at such similes as that
But in hindsight recognized the Church'd grown fat.
Cedric then said to the faithful Gurth, "no more sloshing around
fens herding swine. From this point you are free and unbound."
WC
Nothing much to say today, except I had trouble with the third clue, which led to trouble with the the solution, but it all came right in the end.
Owen's ok?
Another magnificent poem from Wilbur--what an amazing array we are accruing on this blog today. Wow! Wouldn't an Owen poem just bring this all to an incredible and fabulous end! But you are here in our thoughts in any case, Owen. Thank you everybody for these lovely gifts.
And maybe one from you, Misty...?
An amazing project, Wilbur! It is truly impressive, and you really bring it off while sustaining the momentum following the warfare.
This bargaining--hassling, really--over ransom must've been part of the every "truce" proceedings.
Whenever I see the name Pryor Aymer, I can't help thinking of the great character actor, Felix Aylmer (Sir Felix to you and me), who played Isaac in the Ivanhoe movie. And also Polonius in Olivier's Hamlet.
BTW, I believe the Yiddish for "dinky" is ×“×™× ×§×™.
~ OMK
What a coincidence that an "Aylmer" would appear in Ivanhoe.
This is a lengthy chapter where the various characters are under one greenwood tree. So many plots.
WC
"Poetic Depression"
Well, Keith's and Wilbur's puzzles were posh,
So my own would of course just SLOSH.
Hey, I'm no longer real YOUNG,
So no songs will be sung.
Verses no longer styl-ied
Betray my sad EYELID.
I'll no longer ACCRUE
A deserved "Woohoo"!
So please don't be mean,
My grief is EASILY SEEN.
P.S.
(Hey, don't start to worry,
I'm happy and merry,
Today's Jumble words
Were just, well, _urds.)
This will be long.
I do the jumble every day, but will probably be posting less and less. I appreciate that the regulars are making great efforts to create poems almost every day, but here's the thing. I am and have always been, very rule and guideline conscious, no doubt too much so, as I often feel, but it's who I am, for better or worse. As a result, it's distressing for me to see anyone seeming to ignore explicit guidelines in a situation. This is, of course, only my own personal reaction and opinion.
I do continue to enjoy, in general, the continuation of the Ivanhoe story. But I avoid reading posts that I find distressing. Leaves out quite a bit.
Honestly, I applaud everyone's efforts, and more power to you! But I don't fit in here very well any more.
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