| || emcee, octet, callus, bronco, "treble-some".
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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:
"Expect Some Trouble"
"There wuz eight wild-eyed broncos waiting to be rid,
a perfect octet ain't heard of a saddle.
I'm one callus-butted cowboy, the California Kid,
waiting to hop aboard and skeedaddle."
The MC is calling the show to begin.
"My last will's a-ready; that's what I just did."
~ OMK
"More Trouble"
Don was a brilliant emcee
as his listeners would agree.
He played music on his set,
popular, classic, octet.
But at home they thought him callus,
always making a pal-fuss.
He acted like a bronco,
an idiot, don't you know,
noisy and treble-some,
which made them all rebel some.
In the end there was a divorce,
and Don was evicted with force,
He acknowledges he was bad,
and now all his music is sad.
(P.S. when the Jumble words are stupid
it's hard to be a cupid)
It was the treble from the horn secured from Richard's baldric
That brought an octet or more of the free yeoman and just in the nick
Of time. "We heard you call us" said Robin to the wily jester,"
[Said Friar Tuck]
"The tables were turned as you see from besieged to aggressor".
[Said Robin]
"Happy to lend our brawn to the cause, though some call us outlaws"
[Said Richard]
"Let them see henceforth, that you stand devoted to the cause".
WC
Delightful, fun poems this morning, Ol'Man Keith and Wilbur. I was especially tickled by the distinct accents delivered in your lines. A pleasure--many thanks.
I guess the most brilliant emcee of our lifetime was Ed Sullivan, who put on an enormous show every week. He had none of the talents of Misty's Don, but he topped the viewing pop charts with every broadcast.
I know nothing of Ed's personal life, so I hope his fate was a happier one.
Don seems like a first-rate ass.
"Pal-fuss" ought to catch on--a sort of "amigo celebration," is it?
Wilbur, I like rhyming "cause" and "outlaws," but you signaled it too early. A zinger needs to wait to the end.
OTOH, "jester" and "aggressor" was inspired!
~ OMK
Enjoyed the current installment, Wilbur, though it only advanced the story a little. More suspense!
For whatever reason, I had a really terrible time with the scrambled words today. I will not comment on today's solution, though.
Re. "Happy to lend our brawn to the cause, though some call us outlaws"
How about
"Happy to provide brawn my Lord, though perhaps they call us outlaws"
[Said Richard]
"Let them see henceforth, that you stand devoted to the cause".
Trying to get as close as possible to BRONCO was a tad awkward. Some say BRONCO Nagurski had the heart of a lion.
He was a pre WWII NFL fullback when they played both ways.
I have Saturday's ready. I'll provide jumbled words. And the poem to follow.
WC
Saturday J's
Lufat,Lofty,Stylus,Immune;10 ltr word
1,2,5;1,4;1,3,4;4,6
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Thus it was revealed that the Knight was the lofty Lord King Richard.
Knowing it was the fault of his brother John, the King chose to award
Immunity to Fitzhurse. Borrowing a stylus from the curtal Friar, Tuck,
Richard wrote a safe conduct. "But if I see you again, you'll be out of luck".
"That was tastefully done, my Lord" quoth Robin(for that was his name)
And Tuck, the curtal Friar spoke "I trust for those buffets, they'll be no blame".
WC
I may not have wrote about the exchange of "buffets" between the Friar and the Knight incognito under the Trysting Tree.
Hey Wilbur, it's still only Friday!!
Too soon, too soon!
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