| || shyly, modem, harbor, infamy, orderly fashion.
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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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From yesterday: Ditto,Event,Bought,Cement;Be counted on
Brian de Bois-Guilbert knew he could count
On his friendship with Malvoison the head of the Preceptory
Through the gates he rode on his armored mount
And the sentry, in awe, had gladly bought his story
Harboring a wench inside the fortress was not a rare event
Unknown to Brian was the presence of Beaumanoir, a stern ascetic
The Grand Master had an infamous reputation for discipline, the cement
Of Templar life. He'd had news of the Jewish heretic.
The shy maiden was hidden away in good Orderly fashion
Ditto, the unveiling of Brian's unseemly passion
"No more demos mon frere, can we tolerate
Discovery of Rebecca will seal both our fates"
WC
Characters: Brian de Bois-Guilbert our main protagonist. Foiled in love joining the Templars in spite, a warrior hero. I mistakenly referred to him earlier as Bois de Boulogne (which is a famous Paris tourist site.
Albert Malvoisin* , brother of John's confederate in the cabal. Neighbor of Front de Boeuf
Lucas Beaumanoir, The Grand Master of the Temple ('lars). He come to clean up Albert's Preceptory of Templestowe "He who careth not a bean for cherry cheeks and black eyes" (in the words of the aforementioned Prior Aymer who wrote same in a letter to Brian, delivered by Isaac but unfortunately now in the hands of Lucas)
Conrade Mont-Fichet, Lucas right hand man
* I'd translate as "Bad to look at" YMMV
Excellent furthering of the tale, Squire Wilbur! A rare, welcome event indeed!
Thank you for the dramatis personae.
(I once slept overnight in that Parisian Bois, an unashamedly act when one is young and hiking to Versailles.
"A Disorderly Stash [...of ideas]"
He was unsure whether to chance it.
Would it bring infamy to his quiet, safe harbor?
Would only a conspiracist advance it
(one of those nut jobs who love to stir the waters)?
At last, he used the modem shyly to send it,
an idea that had no source to recommend it.
Happy Election Day, folks!
~ OMK
Correction = "an unashamedly homeless act"
I do enjoy your episodes of the story, Wilbur. I kind of feel sorry for Bois-Guilbert, though not very.
Might malvoisin be more like bad neighbor"?
Good morning, everybody. No poem from me today. I had trouble getting back to sleep after I woke up at 2:30 (no, it wasn't the election--I don't know what it was) so am not in great shape this morning. Turned out I had the wrong answer for the fourth Jumble, which is why I also had trouble with the solution. But Ol'Man Keith's fun poem helped me set that straight. And, it's always a pleasure to follow Wilbur's adventures.
Have a good election day, everybody.
Dear Misty ~
Sorry to read of your sleep problem. You woke up just as I was going to sleep. (We're on a weird sleep schedule at our home; I'll have to explain it here sometime.)
Let's hope we can all of us sleep well tonight!
I will miss your contribution. But please do not worry about it. I have time to spare while waiting for the election returns. I decided to create a verse in YOUR style, "a la Misty." I hope you find it acceptable. This is to honor you:
(It has the same title as my little opus above.)
Jack had a way of doing shyly
deeds that others did slyly.
He was capable of real infamy,
from bigotry to bigamy,
but he could only truly harbor
ideas he heard from his barber.
He got everything else via modem
creating nada via his lonesome.
(Jack was not a fresh thinker;
of ideas, just a “social drinker.”)
~ OMK
Oh, thank you, thank you, Ol' Man Keith, you do a better Misty poem than Misty!
A total delight, thank you again.
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