| champ, booth, hourly, teapot, (the) hole truth. |
| adrift, helium, wooden, lazier, eighty, shrewd, hide nor "hare" of him.
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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.
8 comments:
J4: now there's a pun that is a pun, and a fun pun to boot!
Yes, indubitably a pun!
We're on the same page!
J4
"Maybe This Year..."
"The Sixty-Fivers may yet be champs!"
cried the man in the booth.
"They stayed alive despite some cramps--
and that's the game's honest truth."
Hourly bulletins reminded fans
of their hometown's goal--
a happy victory & another chance
at the annual Teapot Bowl.
~ OMK
Of the J6 Solution:
In their interaction with humans, the nymphs of wells and natural springs often presented themselves as alluring prostitutes. A particular young prince had an intimate encounter with one such creature and was so dazzled by her beauty that he sought her out again. The nymph's procuress, her old "madam," not wishing to give her up, caused the entire cohort to disguise themselves through the well-known ploy of growing hair all over their bodies.
Not being able to detect which of several hirsute nymphs was the one their prince desired, his soldiers dragged them all into their master's palace.
The prince was able to narrow the ladies down to the two comeliest of the hairy lot.
He called for the madam to divulge which of the two was his beloved.
"I shall not betray her, sire," said the old crone.
In a fury the prince called for an aide to ride swiftly to the town of Nym to purchase a depilatory to be applied to the two finalists!
Not wishing to see both maidens stripped in such a brutal, burning manner, the old woman cried, "But which do YOU think it is, sire?!"
The impatient prince replied:
"Either Naiad, Whore! -- Nair of Nym!"
~ OMK
Amazing verse and story this morning, Ol' Man Keith--no way I can complete with such brilliance. I can only offer a crappier Jumble verse than usual.
"Bunny's Revenge"
The puzzler left Bunny adrift,
which made her sad and miffed.
How does one rhyme the word helium?
That puzzler was a real bum.
Her brain felt dense and wooden
so she went and put a hood on.
The puzzle got even crazier
and Bunny got even lazier.
She figured the number eight
referred to some silly date.
She then made a move that was shrewd
and cooked and stewed some food
which she ate with pleasure and chewed.
She decided she's better hide,
and so her hair she dyed
and climbed up on a limb
and dumped helium on him.
The puzzler was now drenched
and Bunny felt great and revenged.
Misty ~ No need to make excuses for your jaunty, jovial verse. I loved it, esp. following where it would leap next, wondering where it would go, and appreciating your inventive rhymes.
"Real bum" for "helium" will go down as a classic in my book. Truly!
Brava!
Thank you for your compliments to me and my efforts.
When I re-read the backstory of my J6 Spoonerism, I realized how the rhythm may seem wrong when one finally gets to the punch line.
It needs a stage direction. Imagine an insert between the words "Whore" and "Nair":
He swiftly swivels his head from the crone on his left to the aide arriving to his right!
~ OMK
I never know which cartoon is J6 and which is J4, but I love your poems either way, Ol' Man Keith, and thank you for the very (if undeserved) kind words about my silly verse.
The numbers just refer to the number of words to be decoded, either 4 or 6.
I do them both, but usually just tackle the J4 on Sunday, the easier one to poeticize. I'll maybe play with the J6 solution, as today.
Sandy ~ I trust your spirits are still high from yesterday's national news. The sense of relief is still palpable in our household. I count Biden as the 16th president I can remember and certainly the happiest result in my lifetime.
Biden may not be as charismatic as a Roosevelt or Kennedy, but he is a decent man, a gentleman; and the main sense is one of waking up from a terrible, lingering nightmare.
Some complain already that Biden is too bland.
I knew a German professor who had come through the worst of the 3rd Reich. I remember grousing to him over my choice between Humphrey and Nixon, and me saying, "How boring it all is!"
His response? "I can remember exciting times, Keith. Believe me, you do not want them."
Wilbur ~ I always look forward to hearing more from you on days when you check in very early or late.
~ OMK
Keith, I was up in Dunellon, 100 miles north of my home in Sun City. Instead of heading to Breakfast Station I went north to Williston.
Where I had breakfast at the Piper Cub Cafe at Williston Airport. And forgot to get a newspaper. They had one there but it meant I couldn't get started until I bought a TB-Times.
I forgot to mention that I labored on the 10 J's getting both riddle-solutions but sinking on ADRIFT. I even knew the two letters. But you know how long it took to solve the CC today.
Plus, all my solutions were on a piece of paper that disappeared. With six birds, packing up to return south took an hour or more.
But regardless of having solved 9 of 10 I couldn't remember a one.
I'll skip Ivanhoe. J's really don't fit today. OMK, I am finally realized where you were going with the rhyming of "NAIAD" with HIDE. Misty, you brought it around at the end.
WC
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