| guise, mourn, divert, innate, (for an) "inn"-vestment. |
| | knight, caucus, oxygen, impose, locale, awhile, "snow" place like home.
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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:
I'm usually rather critical of the jumble solutions, but wonder of wonders, I liked both of these. I think maybe the j4 was a more natural pun, but the j6 was pretty darn clever too.
Yay!!!
I have only one Jumble to work with, and it's the one of the little kids playing outside on a winder day. So here's the poem:
"Knight Fight"
The knight always tried to mock us,
but we quickly formed a caucus.
We took a deep breath of oxygen
to think how to fight such toxic men.
Were there laws we could impose,
or just taunt him with nasty prose?
Should we break into his locale,
or try to make him a pal?
To tease him would take a while
if we wanted to do it in style.
In the end we just let him roam,
after all, there's no place like home.
But we did laugh at him in a poem.
I must apologize for the obvious sexism of my offering. It is partly because of the generational prejudice that treated the male labels as if they were inclusive of women--and partly because I couldn't think of rhymes to substitute if I were to edit 77my paternalistic words.
J4
"Harlequin's Vestments"
When a clown dies, the world is turned upside down.
Those with the gift of comedy, innately funny men
of dry humor, farce, or diverting wit, for whom a frown
is alien--these are the antitheses of death. Their zen
is not mere breath, but the trumpet call of laughter.
What kind of funeral do we dare to offer a clown?
What form of escort into the hereafter?
If black is the guise of mourning, stop & look around:
Mark the motley that adorns the mirthful spirit.
We'll never send a Fool off well--or even come near it.
~ OMK
Totally sweet poem, Ol' Man Keith, about a topic one never thinks about. But it's the way you shape your phrases that just makes your rhymes so sophisticated ("mark the motley"). Many thanks for this lovely Sunday offering.
Thank you, Misty.
I like how both our poems chanced to honor comedy--and Fools.
In weighing your options for handling a bullying knight, you considered fighting him off versus legal recourse (Magna Carta?), but chose humor in the end. The laughing poem.
There's nothing quite so powerful as mockery, satire,
We all remember heroic resistance (Tinamen Square), but the bully remembers the joke.
When he's the butt, he knows he's failed to overwhelm.
~ OMK
Sandy, I liked the J4 solution too, definitely the better of the two. "Great minds...," eh?
But I have to say that I had a hard time imagining the literal version of that solution. You'll see from the title to my poem, that my immediate response to the 2nd word was to envision "clothing."
I suppose this may include the uniforms of bellhops & maybe dresses and aprons for maid service. But unless others on the front desk are wearing uniform apparel, that must be the end of the clothing that qualifies.
~ OMK
We don't have many reasons to look it up these days, but here's a good example of MOTLEY.
Click on it to see what may be an unusual "guise" at a modern funeral.
~ OMK
OMK, I saw the literal meaning as just one 10-letter word......?
I think the J4 gag works, Sandy, because we can see both meanings. We may react first to one of the senses before we see the other, but they both come through. For me, it was the sense of a "hotel uniform" first, but then almost immediately I saw it as a shrewd place to salt away some $$$.
Technically, of course, the shark-tank option should require a repetition of the first syllable--an "Inn-investment"-- but the comedy brain isn't a real stickler.
~ OMK
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