| || decay, thank, chubby, proven, cracked up to be.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
16 comments:
Sandy ~ This Jumble is a good example of what I was kvetching about in yesterday's caption. Today you see them purposely avoiding naming that puppet-shaped nut-processing device in the middle of the picture.
Isn't that what they should have done in the naming of yesterday's store?
Oh, well... Consistency ain't everything.
Here's my reply to today's J:
"Backup for C."
The statue in Piccadilly is not of chubby Cupid
as many suppose, but his brother, lithe Anteros.
Thank each god for love: the first one's for stupid,
giddy, lusty youth; the second is for heroes,
survivors of the puppy kind, whose years are in decay.
Their hearts are proven true and their souls will never stray.
~ OMK
These past four years have we let decay
Erode our need for humor each day?
Outrageous tweets from our chubby Prez
Have replaced the jokes that comics sez!
But making fun was thought cruelties
As it denigrated our minorities.
We can thank our stars those days are past,
Let's hope such "humor" has gone at last!
We once cracked up at a well-placed mot.
It used to be that laughter was hot.
It's been proved that a laugh a day
Is better than apples at keeping docs away!
Owen ~
'Tis good the chubby of which you write
will only be prez for one more night.
This final day
will soon decay.
If only his memory could be wished away!
We thank our stars he was voted out,
though not without
a final rout.
How sad the verdict of our election polls
can't be proven to millions in rolls
of distrusting souls.
The new man has many good plans in line.
For now, he's just Biden his time...
~ OMK
My goodness! Two marvelous poems this morning. Many thanks to you both!
Owen, your poem genuinely moved me, as a comment on our present day with a kind recommendation of how to cope with it.
Ol'Man Keith, I had to work a bit to find all the Jumble words in your delightful verse, and there they all were, though maybe not the solution?
Again, a lovely poetic start to our morning
Misty ~
There's no solution in my 2nd offering. But try the rhyme in the title of my 1st.
~ OMK
"Lucky Abby"
Abby was cute and chubby,
and blessed with a very sweet hubby.
Over time he was proven
to be kinder than most men.
With a well-stocked bank,
they had much to thank.
They enjoyed each day
and experienced no decay.
There was nothing they lacked
and nothing was cracked.
They were thankful to be
healthy and debt-free.
My goodness, Ol' Man Keith, your second poem was posted while I was busy typing in mine, and I just saw it. Another amazing and moving tribute to our day today. Yes, yes, thank goodness, we can look forward to a better time ahead.
And, thank you for letting me see the solution in the title of your first poem. I got it.
Lucky indeed!
Dear Abby is blessed to be among the few
not worrying these days with bills overdue.
The virus has killed opportunities for work,
a disaster caused by a big orange jerk.
How sad Abby's friends may suffer neglect
in the economic wreck
of our president-reject.
But Misty, I love your verse;
real life may be worse,
but let us rehearse
with an artfully full purse!
~ OMK
Late today.
Yes,OMK, I saw him on the table. But actually the solution jumped out at me immediately, even before I noticed him. Pretty obvious, especially with all those little words.
I like it a lot better than stationary. Interesting that the woman is holding a regular one of those tools useful for nuts.
Keith: You are evolving! You used to say it took you painful hours to come up with any poem at all, and today you post THREE, with the last two being riffs on other's poems! Great, man!
Thank you, Owen! What a welcome compliment--especially from our mentor & master!
To tell the truth, though, sometimes it feels easy & natural, but there are still long periods when I feel like I'm wrestling with my own brain.
I'm sure you know how the muse operates.
We don't control her. She can bless us and still be a pretty fickle gal.
~ OMK
I had a POTUS poem recently and y'all missed it. Great minds think alike re. CHUBBY. So much for what I had in mind.
I had to get up early this morning to go to dental appointment. But...In my groggy state I decided to try the Thursday XW.
Aaarrrggghhh!!!! This is the hardest xword ever including all the Saturday's.
Then I came home about 3:00(I'd forgotten to bring it with the dozen squares filled. Then...
I picked it up and squares fell like dominoes, I got the theme which was right up my alley and voila, tada fini.
I echo Owen on how impressive your poesy has progressed, OMK. Coming from the Master praise indeed. He once praised me ; "Your last one wasn't quite so awful, Wilbur!". lol
Ok here's the one you missed (at least I think you missed) from 1/16.
1/16/21 Friday
Award,Strum,Canopy,Writer;Warm and toasty
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Not for this boy, humping and treking through a jungle canopy.
Anything but the military and all it entailed: the myriad panoply
Of Army madness. Let others strive for awards of service
He preferred the world of Money and Power. It made him nervous
To think of time wasted when he could be warm and toasty in a high rise suite
Let Arlo write songs and strum his music to the New Age beat
******
That was about HIM
And now for the present
The age of greatness had come and gone
So he came back to Boston where greatness was born
The one time hero of mound and bat.
Chubby 'round the midriff, running to fat.
His reflexes decayed the old Sultan of Swat
Didn't seem to have that ol' swiftness of bat.
"Ah, he's not what he's cracked up to be"
Until he could prove it the attitude was "Wait and see".
"So much for the thanks I get" said the Babe one day.
Pittsburgh it was, on a bright and clear Sunday.
And like the slugger of old he let one fly,
Then another and another, long and high.
Three homers on this his last finale.
714 in all was the Babe's career tally.
Woohoo, Woohoo, Wilbur. Your poem had all of today's Jumble words and the solution, cleverly and subtly built right into it. Terrific, and very skillful--thank you so much for this end of the day treat! I really enjoyed it!
Babes finale
Ruth entered Pittsburgh on May 25 looking beyond repair, having collected just three hits in his previous 44 at-bats. But suddenly, the Ruth of yesteryear emerged for one last great breath of immortality. He ripped three home runs in a 4-for-4 day, with six RBIs, against the Pirates; his third blast cleared the right-field roof at Forbes Field, landing an estimated 600 feet from home plate. The toughest test for the out-of-shape Ruth might have been just circling the bases for the third time on the day.
BTW: Ruth’s shot over the roof was arguably the longest ever hit during Forbes Field’s 61-year history.
Baseball History
WC
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