| || suede, salsa, snazzy, depict, "passed"-tense.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
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Richard, who liked to be called Ricardo was a snazzy
Dresser. All dolled up with blue suede shoes looking jazzy
He was the depiction of a gallant as he passed her onto the floor
She'd tensed up, "Gar, don't ask me! I detest that foolish boor".
It wasn't that she didn't like salsa dancing she liked any style
But three minutes gyrating with that poppinjay was the epitome of vile.
A quick one. Ivanhoe can wait. I noticed I hadn't filled the riddle-solution but it only took a second grok that first word.
WC
Cool, Wilbur ~ I really like it.
You're doing yeoman service, combining medieval royalty (King Ricky, is it?) with some Elvis and a bit of West Side Story!
Here's my bit. Maybe we should double date?
"Passé Teen-y"
Salsa is depicted as a sexy Latin dance,
but it can also be just a friendly icebreaker--
a way to get shy teens to leap about and prance,
and for a boy like me to even spin a girl & shake her.
I recall a 7th grade hop in our junior high school gym
when I wore my bolo tie & snazzy suede shoes.
The mood at the start was really pretty grim;
we did a bunny hop, then broke out into twos.
Our forced partnering was never going to work.
The pairs were "as assigned," and we could only smirk.
Then some genius had the idea to spin some salsas,
and a playful spirit thumped in all our hearts.
No, we weren't turned all horny, to leer at the pretty mamas;
it became a good time party, and we all knew our parts.
The swirling passionate music worked us like a charm
its rhythms bonded us-- at chest & hip & arm.
It didn't turn our thoughts to naughtiness or sex.
Our intentions were all honorable; that's where I met my "ex."
~ OMK
Ah, old memories shades of my old pugsly, panza.
Wow! Wow! Two terrific Jumble poems this morning--a fabulous way to start the day.
Thank you, both, Wilbur and Ol' Man Keith. I don't think I can do any better, and I'm a bit tired this morning, even after a good night's sleep, so I don't think I'll be able to do a poem this morning. But I'll definitely check in from time to time.
P.S. To show you how out of it I was this morning, I kept thinking of salsa as a condiment and forgot that it was also a dance.
A sauce was my first thought too, Misty. But because it's nearly impossible apres Presley to see "Suede" w/o thinking "Shoes," the dance came quickly to mind.
My verses are only vaguely autobiographical. A daytime gym dance would not have seen blue suede shoes in my time, but white bucks. Guys all carried little packets, pouches, of white powder, to cover the scuff marks acquired throughout a school day.
And I did not meet my 1st wife in the 7th grade, but ten years later, in grad school. Salsa had nothing to do with it.
I know how you feel. I was really beat when I crawled into bed last night. I didn't think I 'd be able to post a poem, but I gave it a shot. It expanded to long clumsy lines, and I dozed off. I woke up on & off, feeling the need to trim, line by line. Finally, I finished it by dawn's early light.
But now I'm still lying in bed, relishing the warm blankets with no need to rise this late Saturday morning.
~ OMK
Thank you for your interesting response about your younger days--delightful!
Glad you can now have a comfortable and warm day napping and taking it easy, Ol' Man Keith.
I really liked Ricardo's blue suede shoes, Wilbur.
We met in the first year of grad school--17th grade.
Wilbur ~ I take it you were addressing us in the guise of Don Quixote*?
(A famous dancer [or tilter] of salsa.)
~ OMK
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* Or did you have a dog of the same name as the good knight's companion?
REMINDER:
If Owen needs me to post the J6 (the 6-word Sunday Jumble) tomorrow, I will be happy do it, but I won't be able to put it up until mid-morning (PST).
~ OMK
OMK, I was referring to a previous Panza reissued as on demand
A merry gang had gathered there with glee
For they'd heard the magic word: "FREE!"
And there was Pugsly,Pancho, Pesh and Panza
And Pablo with his dreaded impression of Mario Lanza
The superstars of the trench and flagon
Had grabbed every available seat
To the fancy sushi nary a soupcon
This gang was geared for meat
They weren't even opposed to long-winded speech
As long as the wine and ribs were within reach
And when Pablo commenced his caterwauling
They voted nay on the well deserved keel-hauling
*****
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