| || halve, singe, turnip, bitten, "inhabit-tents"
Image from the Internet.
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.
7 comments:
Puns are supposed to make you groan, right? This one sure succeeded.
OMK, I got my first vaccination Tuesday afternoon. I'm glad I received it, but I think my senior citizens' association opened too many extra slots that day, because the large room where it took place was full of people coming, going, sitting together, hobnobbing in close proximity, etc.-- yes, wearing masks, but totally violating social distancing guidelines. Masks are great but social distancing is another layer of protection, right? I was quite frightened, which always makes me kind of bitchy, unfortunately, but I was so glad to get out of there.
Sandy, I just learned my son, who lives in Texas, had COVID in the wake of the holidays.
He drove a few hundred miles to his ex-wife's home to bring their son, who lives with him, to join with their daughter, at her place, for Christmas. I did warn him in advance that it was a bad idea but, not wanting to be an alarmist, I used the mildest language.
I told him today I feel some guilt that I "didn't get up in your face about it."
Fortunately, his infection wasn't too bad, not hospital serious. About like a bad cold, he said.
They all got tested to be sure who had the virus and who didn't. The son and ex-wife also showed as positive, but have been asymptomatic.
Damn, this thing is all around.
Today's solution seemed pretty dorky. No punning at all, just clumsy wordplay.
But the clue words fit together rather obvious to form a poetic recipe:
"Intense Rooting"
Choose unwrinkled, smaller turnips for this dish.
Start by cutting off tips and ends. Pare the rough skins.
Halve them through the middle; chop further if you wish.
Sprinkle olive oil & salt. Roast in the oven till they singe.
Remove when browned in spots; add your favorite spice
(maybe garlic, oregano, or thyme can tempt you).
Sprinkle with one or more such flavors, whatever you think nice,
then return them to the oven till you're sure they're through--
which is when they're nice and soft--Mmm!--when bitten into.
~ OMK
"obvious" = "obviously"
today on "Stalking The Wild..." We're chasing turnips!
We'll begin by assuring you a legend that might turn up:
Being bitten by a turnip will not make you a ware-turnip!
I've felt no effect from the time I sustained a tour nip.
Turnips inhabit the produce section of any market.
Check the tent-card to be certain of the mark-up.
Then fire up the grill, halve and slice them to wedges!
Just let them broil until you've singed their edges.
Season them with -- why is it getting hard to type?
My wrists are turning purple, and hands turning white!
No, it can't be, I mno tur nin gint owa er turnip
(This narrative was submitted with no last line to it.)
Bravissimo, Owen!!
Your verse is over the moon.
I thought it was sufficiently special to even think of eating those hard scrabble roots. You took it further, into scifi-metamorphic territory.
I bow to you again, Maestro.
~ OMK
Two absolutely terrific poems, Ol' Man Keith and Owen--a great way to start the day, many thanks. They don't deserve a lame partner, but here it is, from always sunny Misty.
"Poverty"
Larry a tent did inhabit
along with a dog and a rabbit.
He also had a kitten
that once his mitten had bitten.
A friend gave Larry a turnip
but he only managed to burn it.
Living on such a fringe
his fire did many things singe.
He kept a supply of salve
and his food supply he did halve,
But one day a friend brought him dinner
and Larry now felt like a winner.
There was enough food to spare
that his pets even got a good share.
OMK, I'm very glad your son's case was mild. He and his family were lucky.
Post a Comment