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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.
9 comments:
FLN: Yes, OMK, I looked over the jumble and thought the same thing you did. Perhaps the writer thought that by putting the trash can into a trash can, s/he was creating some kind of double meaning, but I don't see it.
Sorry, but today's solution doesn't even seem as interesting as yesterday's. Fairly common idiom, but that third word is associated with the cartoon only by a very labored pair of comments.
Gosh, my old age impatience is showing, I think; I keep hoping for brilliance, and finding ordinary. But ordinary can be lots of fun, right?
I agree, Sandy. If they're aiming for banality, they are surely on a roll.
I'm not sure that ordinary can be "lots of fun." By definition, it's...well, ordinary.
It can be a distraction, a time-server, at least a test for memory.
Today's words:
For justice to reach its proper target,
"It Took Stages [drying up]"
When reports of misconduct first surfaced,
the famed opera tenor cried, "Libel!
Take your *#%! from the gutter!" he cussed,
and swore up & down on the Bible.
But when companies canceled his dates,
and he felt the deep loss in his pockets,
Maestro found himself in desperate straits,
tears flooding from his eye sockets.
His past had caught up with Placido Domingo,
undismissable by a song from his honeyed pharyngo.
~ OMK
"Rhyming"
'Opera' is hard to rhyme,
to do so may take some time.
At least we can say that the Bible
has never been known to 'libel.'
And we know we must clear the 'gutter'
to keep leaves from making it clutter.
But it's awkward to carry a 'socket'
around in a jacket pocket.
Yes, to write a poem in stages
can sometimes just take ages.
The world of rhymes is indeed limited. We hit on the same echoes for two of the clues plus a third in the solution.
If I were to start again, I would need to spin a tale of a rocket ship carrying a tribal leader to safety while an angry mob rages for his escaping hide!
"Get him! get him!!" they scream, "He's a Tyrant, a Madman --a #*%! Nutter!!!"
~ OMK
But in the end what counts is the perseverance, the good Ol' P+P as we call it. I am constantly impressed, Misty, by your steady hand and humor. Your good cheer lifts my spirits every day.
Thank you for your warm heart and creativity!
~ OMK
My goodness, Ol' Man Keith, I can't imagine I deserve your incredibly kind comment about my silly, silly verses. But, thank you so much--you make me comfortable, even though I do know that they don't really deserve to be in the same realm as your and Owen's and Wilbur's poems, and that makes me happy to be part of this blog. Your kind responses are a real gift.
The weaponsmith knew his time was short,
Federation backups were liable to be in port!
But electro-mechanical genius, brainy one,
It didn't take ages to open Data's cranium.
With all the art of a maestro of the opera,
Tronic gutters and channels were his sonata!
Isolate some circuits in Data's mind to block it,
Add a mini-laser behind his left eye-socket!
When Riker and Worf broke thru the door,
Data was standing there in the middle of the floor.
The weaponsmith and quandom cannon were gone.
Riker looked to Data, said, "What's going on?"
Data looked at his phaser, and in a flash
Riker's hand was burned, and held only ash!
(more to come!)
An exciting adventure, Owen!
I can't speak for others, but I am certain I would find it most embarrassing to have a weapon in my hand that had been turned to ash!
~ OMK
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