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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.
11 comments:
"Searchcausation"
If you wanna fly these days, prepare to be frisked.
Whether Business or Coach, TSA takes no risk.
They don't cotton to hijackers or bombers at all.
If your wicket is sticky, they'll call a "Foul Ball!"
~ OMK
Hey, Wilbur ~ I caught your Ivanoe installment Sunday night and thought it a masterly winding down (winding up?) of plot threads.
In concluding a peace, even a temporary one, for England, your (and Scott's) Richard earned a revered place (even in fiction) in his country's history. They could use such a leader nowadays-- through the throes of Brexit, etc.
We could use such a guide over here. Uniting the Left and Right in our land shouldn't be any harder than bringing Saxons and Normans together, right?
~ OMK
"Tough Job"
It's not easy being a coach,
a job that gets some reproach.
It's a bit of a risk
your players to frisk,
or to meet at a wicket
and give them a ticket.
You don't want to be rotten,
or their demands to cotton.
And so all that tough work
makes you feel like a jerk.
After days at that station
I need a vacation.
A cool cartoon today, depicting the upper level and the iconic clock of NYC's Grand Central main room. I am often impressed
by the artist's ability to choose the best perspective for including so much detail.
Misty ~ Your Ode to Coaches reminds us of the tiresome small details of that job, the irritants that certainly add up to deflate the glamor of the profession. Still, my guess is that many men (especially men) still see the role as conferring dignity.
The title of "Coach"--from high school on up--carries a certain Je ne sais quoi that outweighs the unpleasantness you cite.
You're probably very right, though, about the allure of each vacation!
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, given that Misty knows zip about sports, she would never have chosen to write a verse about it if the Jumble words didn't have COACH and FRISK and things that made a topic like "Woman Poet" pretty impossible. And, yes, I'd consider COACH a pretty tough and dreary job if I had ever had to be one.
I sympathize, Misty. I am hardly the greatest sport or sports fan myself, nowhere in the same league as, say, our Wilbur!
You may have noticed that's why I went with another meaning of the word. One that certainly played better with "frisk."
I find it fun to look for alternate uses of the words they give us. Same with "cotton" this time--as I see you did as well.
I liked your rhymes throughout.
~ OMK
I just re-read your verse, Ol' Man Keith, and how clever to use an airplane flight for "coach" and "frisk" and "cotton." I should try to be a bit more experimental with the Jumble words too--will keep that in mind.
Yes, all I have to do is deal with Athelstane and his new found persona. And finally, Rebecca's farewell. Poor lass fell heavily in love with Wilfred while Sir Brian was madly in love with her.
Perhaps it was the very insipidity of Ivanhoe that attracted her. Then again she did nurse him and who knows what might have come of that.
Btw, Misty, no apology necessary. Your verse was excellent today as was OMK's brevity. Ingenious.
I hope Sandy saw my Ivanhoe verses of Sunday night. One aspect not covered by Scott was the role of Queen Eleanor. I read a bio-fict about her. Married to two Kings, put into a nunnery by the second(Henry).
I believe it was Eleanor who masterminded getting Richard ransomed using the Pope as leverage.
WC
Yes, Wilbur, I posted last night that I had gone back and read it.
FLN, I agree Sandy. Proud and reckless he was and we see that. Empathy? No record of it. Gay? By what standard? eg abnormal, nah.
Died young from a crossbow bolt or arrow. Assassin? His visor was down, bolt in the eye. In Scott's tale it was Wamba who was alert and Richard put his visor down in the nick of time.
WC
Many thanks for the kind words, Wilbur--I appreciate them.
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