| || exude, floss, lotion, canned, one second flat.
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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:
Ha! The solution popped up even before the clues; took me about one second to see it.
Easy peasy and kind of cute.
Is Owen ok????
Not quite as EZ for me, Sandy ~ I somehow spotted the word "too" for the 3-letter fill and "lane" for the 4.
I tried combinations that would go with those two, and of course I was just spinning my wheels.
When I finally saw my errors, of course, I was able to solve it in nothing flat.
But I had already wasted a lot of time--before my second wind.
~ OMK
"He Reckoned That..."
Vernon flossed thrice on Saturday night.
He shaved as close as he could,
taking care not to slice it too tight
where his pimples exuded their goods.
He applied a new lotion to those loathsome zits,
a cream that was canned back in France.
With his Chi-town pals, it had scored only hits,
so he reckoned it might just enhance
his fresh popped chin--and maybe win 'im,
from Merle,
his new girl,
a few hours of sinnin'.
~ OMK
I forgot to mention...
His chin was perfumed as well.
(He'll go to hell.)
~ OMK
"Poor Jude"
Poor Jude tried not to exude
his joy when he viewed a nude.
He feared he'd be canned
if his computer was scanned.
To please his boss
his teeth he'd floss
and apply a smooth lotion
on his face in one motion.
Every second he reckoned
he could be beckoned
and end up fired.
Then his boss retired.
When he heard this great news
Jude purred like a cat,
he no longer had blues
in one second flat.
Poems don't get much worse than mine, do they? Not my fault--it's the incompatible Jumble words.
Hi, Sandy. And great production, Ol'Man Keith.
It took a second look for me to get the first word. It was a flat out sprint but #3 held me up. As I type my solution is elsewhere so I can't give a hint.
But I just had a notion that #3 is some kind of potion
If applied in dabs and dibs one can exude genuine emotion
But to achieve the right gloss one must be sure to floss
And be genuine no canned smarm
Looked her in the eye to disarm
Her reluctance and just like that
She'll be in your arms in seconds flat.
WC
Totally delightful poems, Ol'Man Keith and Wilbur. All three of this morning's poems have the guys grooming themselves and tending to their looks. That's what Jumble words can do to you--just not give you any choice. But it's just interesting that we made all three groomers turn out to be males and not females this morning.
Misty, when men get all "groomed" up it's inherently humorous. Women do it much more subtly albeit some lipstick choices are debatable.
And... I found your poem delightful. I transfered in 1986 to escape a noisome boss. There I had a boss who let me hire my supervisor. Said supervisor then applied for another job, gave me as a reference, and my recommendation got him the job.
That boss carpooled with me and was going to fire one of my coworkers and I talked him out of it.
WC
I dunno, Misty ~ Seems to me you managed to make those "incompatible" words come off as pretty darn 'patible...
Your Jude had the lead role in a real mini-drama, with a significant change in his arc. There's just no telling how my Vern fared with his girl Merle.
(I really don't hold out much hope for 'im.)
Your vision, Wilbur, might actually be viewed as a parallel stream-of-consciousness for ol' Vernon.
Did you read my guy's hopes before writing it, or did you conceive yours separately?
You both did well in making room for the solution at the end of your pieces.
Me, I just stuck with my old rhyming bit, this time in the title.
~ OMK
Thank you, Ol'Man Keath (wish I could capitalize, like you do).
Enjoyed your carpool story, Wilbur.
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