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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.
10 comments:
FLN: Misty ~ Thank you for the information—and the invitation. This reminds me that I once found a two-foot long tortoise in my back yard when I was living in NW Massachusetts (teaching at Williams). It was just wandering through the grass one day.
It seemed a strange critter to be out in the open on its own. I was afraid some local dog might go after it, so I slipped some cardboard beneath it and took it inside.
I placed it in a bathtub in the empty flat next door, with a head of lettuce, while I checked with the neighbors to see if anyone had lost a pet. Nobody claimed it after two days of checking around. I couldn’t keep him (or her!) myself because I had a large sheepdog & didn’t want to risk introducing them.
When nobody claimed it, I phoned a couple of the science departments to see if they were missing a tortoise. Nobody was. But I found a staff member who had a connection with the local high school, and they were pleased to take it off my hands.
To this day I can’t understand why a sizable tortoise would be on his (her?) own in the Berkshire mountains of New England.
Day Off
I plan to catch up on sleep tonight, so this will let you know that I'll be taking Sunday off. I look forward to being just the audience.
~ OMK
Sam Sloan, Paranormal Investigator
Was used to unseen ghosts made of vapor.
Searching for hidden vampires he did often.
Looking for an oblong crate used as a coffin.
Sometimes a poltergeist would appear
They'd chat about a paranormal career.
Like Beetle Juice, it'd sprawl on a couch,
Until Sam exorcised it from the house.
He visited a small theater with doings macabre --
No, not an encore of the Phantom of the Opera --
A puppet stage for Punch and Judy and their bunch,
Happy spirits, and Judy was as pleased as Punch!
I'll keep trying, but for now, none of the several sites I checked have the letters for today's J4.
"Teen Queen"
The shy Queen was just a teen
who wished to remain unseen.
She was determined to remain hidden
and photographers were forbidden.
Her palace covered a sprawl,
but she lived in a tiny hall.
Yet she had a lovely voice
and soon singing became her choice.
Now down halls and stairs oblong
her staff would hear her song.
When one day she heard them cheer
she decided to appear.
She could tell they were pleased as punch
so she invited them to lunch.
They helped her overcome her shyness,
and she is now a happy "Your Highness."
Ol' Man Keith, thank you for the lovely story about finding that tortoise. So glad you went to the trouble to find it a good home. Enjoy a good, relaxing day.
Owen, your Sam Sloan is an intriguing character, and I love the way you worked all of the Jumble words and solution into his story. Delightful Sunday poetry--many thanks.
Strong entries today from Owen & Misty. I believe Sam Sloan is a new character in the ever-expanding dramatis personae of Jumblehintland. A private dick, specializing in the Eerie and Bizarre, he is most welcome.
I particularly relished the rhyming of "macabre" and "opera." Nice touch.
That the shy Queen is no longer shy is testimony to the good spirit of her countrymen, or at least to her "staff."
Monarchy still has a future, so long as a feudal respect for authority survives. I suppose this translates nowadays as a mutuality of goodwill among the classes--with a good helping of noblesse oblige, n'est ce pas?
~ OMK
I agree with OMK about our poetic duo today. Owen, you have a great imagination. Loved the imagery.
And Misty gets better and better.
Shall I continue my baseball? OMK did you catch Redsox fever at Williams? Famous Boston name.
I think I was 5 or 6 when I first visited Fenway Park. Awe inspiring.
Ps, Ted struck out much like Casey
WC
OK, you asked for it
Game five at Fenway unforeseen and unhoped for
Proved to be a nail-biting sprawl of an encore.
The oblong shape helped keep Yankee blows in the Park.
Extra innings again. And again Big Papi provided the spark.
Now the Series returned to 'The House Ruth Built' way back when
Shortly after the days when the Redsox were the mighty men.
The Old Town Team called on Schilling of the ankle tear
The injury had hindered his earlier start and Bo-Sox fans were in fear.
A hidden bandage covered seven unseen stitches
Who'd have thought Curt, bloodied but unbowed would last 90 pitches
Tendon surgery was chancy and success was an unlikely hunch
But in the end, while NewYorkers whined, Sox fans were pleased as punch.
WC
Next, Game seven for the championship
Woohoo! Wilbur! You did it--produced a great sport poem with all the Jumble words, and ending with the solution in the last line! Terrific! A great ending to our Sunday Jumble day--thank you so much!
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