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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:
Not a great jumble, but the cartoon seemed ok to me.
"Downs and Ups"
With their finances on the fence,
the Smiths had trouble paying their rents
and feared they might soon live in tents.
They did their best to skimp,
but their cash supplies remained limp.
There was little they could afford,
so they sold what they wanted to hoard,
but still reached no good accord.
Their lives a disaster seemed
until a light finally gleamed.
When they sold the last of their pottery
they spent the money on the lottery,
and by a miracle, they scored,
and now could their life afford.
To celebrate they could now pay
a great dinner with a fillet.
Our hats to them we doff,
they now have the life they dreamed of.
"Captaincy"
I learned to fence while an undergrad
& captained our team as a senior.
I practiced extra hours of my own accord
to set an example as leader.
My weapon was the foil, not a saber,
as a heavy blade's seemed too much labor.
We didn't skimp on drills, often twice a day.
Our mascot was a salmon, name of "Fillet."
~ OMK
Finished my verse early last night but fell asleep halfway through posting.
I see I left a typo in the 2nd line of the 2nd stanza, where "blade's" should be just "blade."
I was going to make our mascot a swordfish, but that seamed too obvious.
FLN Wilbur Yes, Chet is on the verge of real danger, so we can appreciate all this hesitation. I guess romance is especially problematic because it is often accompanied by alcohol. In our culture sex and drinking loom as realities in our teen years, so frequently get connected in our idea of sophistication. For many, it's hard to think of one without the other.
~ OMK
I'm delighted that you're still giving us pet names, OMK. Just please don't eat this salmon, even if it's name is "Fillet."
Chet came up with a brilliant idea, ask Lois to an out of town meeting
They would leave early for the speaker was popular, hence the need for good seating
He wouldn't skimp on this date he'd stop after for a nice fillet
If everything went as planned they'd have a wonderful day
He was on the fence about how to gain Lois's accord
Yes, directly asking seemed too simple. He couldn't afford
A blunt "No thanks", or worse the dreaded, "Get lost"
But he was determined to win the prize whatever the cost
WC
So Chet is forging ahead. Well, I hope it works out for him -- for both of them, really. I guess the jumbles will tell us how it goes!!
Only two mills today in Misty's verse.
Overall, it's a message that's good to rehearse--
not the part about the lottery win,
' cuz everyone knows that gambling's a sin.
But the part about skimpin' and savin'
for that's a message deservin' of ravin'.
Too bad that alone couldn't work out;
that's not a message that ought to sow doubt.
~ OMK
So Chet's decided to ask her to a meeting
at a distant location, necessitating their travel,
but he can't decide how to ask her,
whether to be super-cool, or even to grovel.
I dunno either, for Lois is a puzzle.
We haven't got to know her, not a bit.
How bad is her addiction? to drink? to sex?
Can she manage a flirt, or can she not hack it?
~ OMK
OMK, you're so right.
winning a lottery is so slight,
and would rarely happen, it seems,
so the Smith fortune is not apt to be steamed.
But remember I rhyme using Jumble words
so the logic of the verse is one for nerds.
It's best to just enjoy the sound
and remember that the plot has no reality ground.
Ooh! ! Chet and Lois are getting closer and closer, how exciting. You've got me hooked! Can't wait to see how they manage tomorrow. Just please don't give them any bad luck--I don't want their--or my--heart broken.
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