| || digit, drift, exempt, object, fit to be tied.
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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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The Swisher, Wilbur basketball saga continues...
Wilbur too, occupied another seat on Coach's bench
As an object of scorn, like Swisher, Wilbur was not exempt
Mere basketball rejects, driftwood on the ocean
Waiting for double digit deficits before they'd see any action
But one night amidst a tense and hard fought game
Against his better judgement, Coach called Wilbur's name
Suddenly a stolen ball and Wilbur raced for the score
Anticipating the winning points the crowd let out a roar
But Wilbur bricked the layup amidst the collective sigh
And what of the Coach? He was fit to be tied
WC
WC~ Forgive me, please,
for my liberties...
"Heat of the Bench"
A return to the bench seemed Wilbur's lot,
and he hardly could object.
Yet his coach gave him another shot!
Was the guy nuts, or settling a bet?
A defender whacked the ball adrift,
but in doing so broke a digit.
Ol' Wilb recovered--it was a gift!--
and, muttering a prayer to St. Brigid
(patron of poets), he whirled to his left,
rose high on his toes and aimed a 3-pointer,
thrusting his fingers in a flick so deft
that, against all odds, was the visitors' spoiler.
-Epilogue-
The B-Ball gods like to grant a crazy dream,
and Wilbur's wasn't exempt.
His fervent desire matched that of his team.
And while he knew he shouldn't tempt
Fate, the bench grew too hot for the score to stand tied.
He'd sat there too long--just a bit booty-fried.
~ OMK
"Poor Richard"
Poor Richard tried not to fidget
though he needed help to digit.
He wanted to buy a gift
and being broke just left him miffed.
He wanted to be exempt
and subject to no contempt.
If he could only find a project
to earn money, he'd meet his object.
Being poor really hurt his pride
and left him fit to be tied.
Sandy ~ I sorta liked this solution. But maybe I'm too easy, since it allowed me a chance for a sweet Spoonerism in continuing Wilbur's sports adventure.
So I tried to put myself in your mind. I thought, is there a natural "nit" here that Sandy would pick?
And Yes!
Shouldn't it be expressed as a negative? After all, the guy can't find his *#@! tie!
~ OMK
Misty’s Richard is poor indeed.
He really seems to need
a way to make money.
But it strikes me as funny
it hasn’t entered his head
to try to earn bread
the way most of us do.
“Hey! Join the queue!”
Or is he too much the snob
to take on a JOB?
Maybe I’m insensitive
as to why he’s so negative.
I hear yesterday’s skills
won’t pay today’s bills.
Does Income Inequality
turn advice to baloney?
~ OMK
Of course Richard is a jerk
who'd be better off going to work.
But he knows he has to be humble
while I fit him in today's Jumble.
Has Poor Richard finished school yet?
He may not be quite “Ready, Set,
Go!” for a job that’s cool
unless he’s cleared high school—
or earned a G.E.D.
How ‘bout a college degree
to be apart from the mob
& avoid a McJob?
Or even some grad work
to skip past McSoda-Jerk!
Does he need a master’s
to rake in the piasters?
Or must we wait to pay our fee
to Dr. Richard Dick, M.D.?
~ OMK
Yes, OMK, Wilbur had been sitting on that bench too long and when he got out there he probably hyperventilated.
But there were to be no more second chances.
Love Misty's contributions.
WC
Thank you, Wilbur, for your kind comments but also your delightful poetry. And Ol'Man Keith, your poems are a pleasure every day. Mine are a little fun joke, that's all, but glad you enjoy them too. What a fun blog we have!
After that trey-bomb Wilb wouldn’t need
a 3rd or 4th chance. I heard that he’d
retired. No more would he see
another shot with three
points off his fingers.
(The mem’ry lingers.)
Only boings off the rim
would the future hold for him.
Better to dwell in the past.
Man, it was a blast!
~ OMK
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