| || wager, often, locket, luxury, totally wrong.
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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.
9 comments:
Ok, here's a quicky.
I'm not often wrong and this time I'm surely right
But that locket, I'll wager, is a luxury that took a bite
Of your total savings. If it was me I'd be weeping.
This gal of yours must be surely worth keeping.
WC
A pithy one, Wilbur ~ I'm a fan of economy.
Your guy is much nicer than mine.
Here goes:
"Woefully Drawn"
Sheldon was an inveterate gambler, wagering far too often.
He was bound to die a pauper, buried in a cardboard coffin.
His life was one long stretch of penury
broken by rare flashes of luxury.
He was usually overdrawn,
in debt,and always in pawn.
He'd hock his wife's locket when out of pocket
and had a recurring role in the civil claims docket.
~ OMK
"Good Marriage"
His wife was willing to wager
that her husband would like a pager
for a special birthday gift
that would his spirits lift.
Their marriage had little fury
even without much luxury.
And their life he tried to soften
by giving her sweet gifts often.
Little money he had in his pocket,
still, he bought her a pretty locket.
And since he rarely did anything wrong,
she composed a lovely song,
and sang it his birthday to celebrate
with that pager gift on that date.
Ah, two sides of the coin. A devoted but penurious husband married to a woman who appreciates him. And then there's Sheldon, a candidate for Gamblers anonymous.
And my guy, cashing in his life savings for a locket for the girl of his dreams.
WC
Excellent reviews, Wilbur.
Misty, I was wagering with myself, how often you could post a poem w/o a marriage theme? Not as to luxuriate, mind you, in the absence of true love, because I am truly all for it. It's just that when it comes to knowing how long you might go, I wanted to lock it down.
Seriously,I was happy to see that your (no-name) guy was of such a calm equilibrium and generous spirit (those "sweet gifts") that he evoked Polymnia in his wife, no doubt a dulcet-voiced follower of the harmonic muse of music.
~ OMK
Misty:"I almost always get that northwest corner, even as the puzzles get more difficult later in the week."
Talk about reverse prescience. See how you feel after Saturday. I was stuck since yesterday on Sat: NW. Without checking the answers, I think I finally got it. Phew.
Not that the rest was a walk in the park but perhaps a little easier than usual Saturdays.
Keys? Knowledge of Saturday morning cartoons and Star trek. Freddie Boom Boom Cannon fan?.
Good luck
Ol'Man Keith, sorry about the marriage theme, but here's the thing. I was married when I was 18 and got divorced after a terrible marriage with infidelity and stuff two years later when I was 20 and had a 2 year old child. After that I was so spooked my marriage that I didn't get married again until I was almost 50, when I found the love of my life, Rowland, who was an absolute dream of a husband. We had 23 1/2 fabulous years together although he had a stroke in 2008 and, thank God, survived but was disabled until he passed away five years ago, in 2015. But even those seven years of his stroke were absolutely wonderful, with him still just as articulate and sweet and gentle and smart as he had always been, only now we needed a full-time care-giver to help him with walking and bathing and exercise and other issues. His name was Rowland Davis, and he was a highly respected professor of Biology and Biochemistry here at UCI. Sorry to go on so long, but marriage ended up being an absolutely magical thing for me, and that may be why I can't shake it out of my poetry,
Please believe me, Misty ~ I understand fully.
I am only teasing about your pressing the marriage theme because it is such an obvious recurring motif of yours--and for very good reason, that you enjoyed such a rich marriage with your Rowland.
I know he was a great man. I never met him, but I was aware of his major name and reputation on our campus. And I appreciate him all the more knowing him through your words of dear memory.
~ OMK
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