| noble, sheaf, amoeba, cravat, some nerve. |
| ground, absurd, eldest, podium, rodent, elicit, partners in "grime".
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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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BIT RAB BIT RAB
ITR ABB ITR ABB
TRA BBI TRA BBI
A B B I T R A B B
"Messing with Success"
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"Numb Serve"
His noble cravat bore a paisley motif
that looked like little amoebae.
A sheaf of papers tucked in a brief
contained his poetrae.
He hoped to find a publisher,
and thought the neckwear de rigueur.
~ OMK
I posted late FLN. The Ivanhoe saga continues.
While Fitzhurse labored to restore the shaken DeBracy's nerve
The huddled nobles were aghast at the daring and verve
Of the outlaw chief, Locksley. And from his clerical podium
The amiable Aymer snatched. "The situation's ad-absurdum!"
Those grimy rodents of the woods, hiding under ground
Ready to pounce on unwary travelers nary making a sound
In their forest green cravats eliciting ransoms from our partners
No respect for elders, worse than unruly kindergartners
"We must plan ahead" said the wily John
"Or all our plans and schemes will have come and gone"
Perhaps a stray arrow will fly from a yeoman's sheaf
And the once and future King's reign will be sadly brief
WC
With a little poetic license with various J's and riddle-solutions
Went back and read the Ivanhoe episode, Wi!bur. One could almost - almost - feel sorry for Prince John. Scott portrayed him as more of a villain than perhaps he was?
Enjoyed your poem, Ol' Man Keith, but couldn't find the Jumble words. Then saw your poem, Wilbur, and there they were, many of them.
Then, what to do about my own problem of being able to rhyme only a few of them. So what I came up with is a total mess--offered with apologies.
"Trouble coming up with anything workable"
[Patty wanted a little hound,
and so she went to the pound.
It was there that her puppy she found.
He was cute and chubby and round
and he barked with a sweet little sound.
So she took him home, where he wound
up playing ball in her yard on the ground.]
The story is a little absurd,
though, I admit, my emotions it stirred.
But this was all I could do
with this morning's crazy Jumble zoo.
Try rhyming eldest--
how about 'weldest'?
No problem with podium
since you can wash it with sodium.
And yes, elicit
is pretty explicit.
I won't even try partnered
(martyred)?
And at least that grime
wasn't really a crime.
And so I quit
in a bit of a snit.
Sandy, you re right. There are hisorians that rate John as one of the abler kings, post Richard's untimely demise from a French arrow during a siege.
The magna carta is revered as curtailing the power of kings but what it did was increase the power of the nobility which were, as we see in our tale, the scourge of the peasantry.
I was reading the tale from the point where Robin and Tuck are working out ransoms(of Isaac and Aymer), Robin has mercy on Isaac when it's revealed that the Templar has absconded with his Rebecca.
At that point we have various plot vectors: The trial of Rebecca by the Grand Master for witchcraft, John's plotting, Richard's awaiting of his loyalists to gather and staying alive in the meantime and events to occur at the castle of Coningsburgh where Cedric's conundrum vis a vis Rowena, Athelstane and his son Wilfred.
WC
Sorry, Misty, my clue words were those of the J4 Jumble, the only one posted at the early hour, before I tucked in for the night.
But thanks for the kind praise; I did think it one of my best shorties.
Your poem addressed the J6 words--very cleverly!--the Jumble posted later on this site (but maybe the only one to show in the LA Times?).
One of the words, the classic name for a single-celled creature, I treated in its plural version--which is what gave me the idea for using a similar ending on "poetry/poetrae."
~ OMK
Wilbur ~ FLN, I went back to be sure to keep up to date on the unfolding of the Ivanhoe plots.
It is a little tricky (extra clicks required!) turning the Jumble dates back on the cusp between different months, but I know it is important not to have our efforts ignored.
I am impressed by your juggling of so many narrative lines. It can't be easy, and yet you keep our focus clear, scene by scene.
Yes, the better side of John is showing through.
Your point about Magna Carta is correct; it did increase the barons hold on their serfs.
Still, the document is justly honored, isn't it?
I mean because it remains the first step in cracking the power of "absolute" monarchy, and it set a pattern that we follow to this day in extending rights to larger and larger circles of citizens. (Reaching for "a more perfect union"; "The arc of the moral universe," etc.)
In today's version, I got a kick out of your "rodents" sporting green "cravats" in the woods. It elicited pictures in my imagination--of maybe a new Disney version of Robin Hood. Fun for all ages!
~ OMK
Misty, reading between the lines of your latest poetic efforts methinks you are planning on a new Dixie puppy.
Being a narrative, working in that "single-celled creature" I left to the imagination. And yes, the prior is a sporting fellow and friendly enough with his peeps
Wilbur, I can see why my poem might suggest that I'm thinking of getting a puppy, and I myself was a little startled when I realized that although I was only thinking of rhyming words, that that's what it sounds like. But no, I'm not going to get another dog. After losing two dogs to coyotes, I don't want to lose a third. And Dusty kept me so housebound that I can hardly remember how to drive a car or shop or do anything outside the home. So it's time for me to get my life back. But Dusty will be in my thoughts every day, and probably turn up in lots of my poems.
OMK, I should have mentioned my delight with your shirt, all J-encompassing roundlet.
I had a paramecium shirt sophomore year. The teacher (bio) had an acquarium and I could stare at my crush pretending to look at the fish.
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By a fortuitous alphabetic happenstance my friend got to sit right up next (2 per desk) to Mary Beth. I'd get a play by play on the way home.
Misty, tell me about it. We have two new conure hatchlings. They're perching as of this morning. To put it in CC language: Betsy's AGOG
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