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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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"Our Sunny Home"
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"I'll Covet No Other..."
I love the home we call our "villa";
it captures enough light to feel deluxe.
It's south of the campus, up on a hill a
mile from classes, far from noisome trucks.
It has no alcove, but I built a balcony--
a touch of sunny magic, architectural alchemy.
~ OMK
For our entertainment I dredged this up from my Benevolent lodge of Elks days in the 70s.
Re. ELKs from the CC...
Below is my take off of this famous college fight song. My ditty is meant to be sung to that tune.
Lord Jeffrey Amherst*
Young Johnny Elkman was a member of the Lodge
And he came every Saturday afternoon.
To the Fleischmans and the Hennessey he never touched a drop
At the Elks on a Saturday afternoon…
But when the coldcuts and the stew arrived at quarter after one
There was Elkman first up in the queue
And when he'd devoured all the victuals that came within his sight
Then,
He'd turn around for more when he was through.
Oh Elkman, Oh Elkman, a name known to Elks from days of yore
May he ever be ravenous
If the chow don't come til quarter past four.
*Cancel culture doesn't like the original reference to Indians
How about we do a Zoom sing-along, later
I had a solid 8 hour sleep last night, and got up to work on the crossword puzzle, sudoku, kenken and Jumble. Got everything done but the Sudoku when I fell soundly asleep for another 45 minutes. Go figure! As a result, no time to create a poem. So, what a gift to come here and find not only Ol'Man Keith's sweet rhyming of the Jumble, but then also a terrific Elkman poem from Wilbur! Thank you both---you helped get my morning off to a better start than it seemed at first.
I hope you sang along, Misty
A rousing anthem, Wilbur!
From your lyrics, I take it as an Eating Song rather than a more typical Drinking Song.
I don't know much about Lord Jeff. As a member of the Williams College faculty back in the day, I learned that Amherst was founded several years after Williams by a group of scholars who, unable to bear the rigors of our winters in the mountains, took refuge far lower down.
~ OMK
Elks, eh?
My dad was a Mason, and my step-father a Moose. I was never a joiner, but I made the rounds of all the fraternal groups and service organizations during my years as an artistic director in Virginia. I was on the lunchtime speaking circuit, promoting my theater along with community arts activism.
Oops, I almost forgot. I was a joiner back in high school. We had Hi-Y clubs, student body clubs sponsored by the YMCA. You had to be invited to join, which of course made them "elitist," the way of college frats. I belonged to the "Rogues," which was the club for SB officers and other local "celebs."
I am glad I got it all out of my system before undergrad days. In college, those of us in "the arts" felt oh-so-superior to fraternity jocks.
But I remember the words to the Rogues' song. We'd get an older kid to buy us beer, and we'd drink and sing this around our campfire on weekend outings to Muir Woods.
♫ Oh, the Rogues are young & handsome
And it is to our delight,
To go to balls and parties ♫
And stay up late at night.
"Twill be at a dance you'll meet us, ♫
A dance, a dance, a dance...
♫ You can tell we are the Rogues
By the way we wear our pants!
As I say, I'm glad I got it out of my system.
~ OMK
Yes, much like a poem I wrote a month back we had some eaters in that crowd.
The look on Johnny's face when he smelled the Elks stew from afar. My buddy knew all the fight songs and we'd sing them at the bar*
."Amherst" is quite the rousing ditty.
I wasn't crazy about the rendition I found.
WC
* The bartenders were not so happy.
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