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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.
14 comments:
Panty raids were a tradition at the U.,
As trophies, boys hung the clothes out to view.
The deans were "appalled", but didn't interfere,
Remembering their exploits in their own years.
Campus policies at the party school were lax.
There were rules, but enforcement teeth were a lack.
Once classes were out for the day, chaos reigned,
Decorum was amiss, civilization only feigned!
A smooth operator could break every rule.
Legalities were quibbles at a party school!
Applications were an easy sell to recruits;
Repressed jocks and nerds, ready to cut loose!
"A Close-Out on Bail"
Some think of lawyers as moral sophists,
smooth-talking, capped-teeth legal scammers.
Is that kind of thinking just unfocused
biased, stereotyping, unworthy yammer?
When they added a law school to our campus,
I wondered, Would I see a bunch of slick arrows?
I was comforted to hear, "Please understand us:
We don't aim to be the next Clarence Darrows.
All we want is our chance to exercise our tongues,
to secure large settlements--and retire while we're young."
With such thinking by students, how could I grump?
American Dream materialists, styled a la Trump!
~ OMK
Brilliant Jumble verses, Owen and Ol' Man Keith! Both with complicated, interesting narratives, and I couldn't believe how you both worked all the Jumble words and solution into those terrific stories. Great way to start a Saturday.
Now on to a more awkward rendition . . .
"Wedding"
Their marriage was now legal,
after a wedding festive and regal.
They were married on their campus,
surrounded by friends and champers.
They stood beneath a wreath
with smiles between their teeth.
The ceremony was lovely and smooth
and no guests were rude or uncouth.
Handsome in their wedding clothes
they were surrounded by their friends in rows.
There was no way this wedding could fail
as into marriage they did sail.
That night they were happily wed
and lovingly went to bed.
Owen ~
The good time kids at your Party School U.
were a common type when I was still new.
We just moved the zany pranks 4 years sooner.
I remember quite a stunt as a high school junior.
I wouldn't be at all surprised in this day 'n age
to see grammar school kids kickin' it all the rage.
~ OMK
Misty ~
"A Bride's Superstition"
With a wedding so fancy
i'm taking no chance. We
are doing so proper,
a big Do, a whopper,
to keep the odds in our favor.
Isn't it worth all the labor
not to imperil my hope
like some romantic dope
who opts to elope?
~ OMK
Owen, its nice to hear
that your youth had so much cheer.
Ol' Man Keith,
your bride is quite right
and her future is bright.
In those bucolic days the college had a closed in field
To the right a wrought iron fence served as a shield
In left was a smooth path to McElroy Commons where coeds
Sank their teeth into sandwiches amid preppy pure-breds.
And there in the midst of the campus a ball game took place
Balls were hit, players raced and fielders strove to catch
And throw while students watched and cheered in this patch
Of bygone pleasure before war and the inevitable rat race
Left Billy and his buddies inured to life's daily chores.
Some chose to go on to schools of Law if they were able
Some chose other endeavors, some legit others not so legal.
Oh, to be a center fielder, a center fielder—and nothing more*
WC
*Alexander Portnoy cries in “Portnoy’s Complaint.”
I was looking at the J's and started daydreaming of halcyon days. Exciting poetry by all today. Owen focused on school , OMK on law and our sweet Misty on wedded bliss perhaps reminiscent of her own.
Yes, Ivanhoe reached its climax but not it's conclusion. We have ten J's tomorrow to work with
What a cheerful, happy college memory, Wilbur. Made me want to think back on my own days, but then remembered they were far more complicated with teaching to earn tuition, early marriage, child, divorce, working in a pathology lab to get tuition again, and then finally finishing. Yay. Still wonderful to have been able to go to college and get a degree!
Wilbur ~
If the "bucolic days" were your own experience, I have a hunch your college years were similar to mine. My guess is you played both on campus and off--because who could keep an avid athlete's body still?
In my case, I played in shows on campus. I was a drama major (& philosophy minor), and acted in as many shows as I could land a part. But I didn't stop there. I acted in three theaters around the City (San Francisco), so rarely had a moment that wasn't committed to my "game."
I don't know how on earth I managed to attend all my required classes, much less complete my assignments. It helped that I found everything so fascinating. I was a crappy student all the way through from K to grade 12, but suddenly found the work exciting to do in college.
How about you?
~ OMK
Checked my dictionary that said champers was informal for champagne or Scottish for mashed potatoes. I wonder if campers, short for fellow-campers, was intended?
My freshman days were spent at B-Y-woo,
Where co-eds felt an M.R.S. degree their due!
Very staid, and strict about the rules.
Coming from an all-boys high, I was such a fool!
Viet Nam was on, so the student ratio
Was highly girls to men, very educational!
Math major, but drama minor was more fun.
I was in a few plays, tho I never starred in one.
Owen, campers would have worked so much better than champers--thanks for the suggestion. Giving the definition you looked up, let's just say the couple were surrounded by friends and glasses of champagne.
You can tell that rhyming is more important to me than definition, but I'll try to be a little more careful in the future.
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