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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.
15 comments:
The British version of moving the football down the field works up so much sweat, scrum after scrum, the salty juices keep flowing & flying, so much so you could call this a...
"Brine War!"
After that last tackle & ruck, our rugby team
called a time-out, allowing just seconds to exhale.
There was barely enough time in the break
for our mascot, old "Stinky," to get off a yell.
~ OMK
"Boring but Successful Romance"
He had just finished playing rugby
when he came over and wanted to hug me.
He was sweaty and he was sticky
but took my hand and kissed my pinky.
There was no way I would not allow
such a sweet gesture to cheer me and wow.
So I started to exhale
and began to enjoy my new male.
I invited him to visit and dine
and he brought over some fine wine.
It was an excellent first date
and I had clearly found my mate.
Since then things have gone far,
we've married and now own a bar.
Our customers never whine,
they're just here to wine and dine.
Our days have much pleasure and shine
because everything has turned out fine.
Wow, Misty!
I was bowled over reading your poem aloud. By the time I reached the end, I wanted to dub it a model of a certain type.
I don't think there's a technical term for it--yet. But the way in which you kept winding back to that last "-ine" rhyme made me feel I was engaged in a fine verbal maze.
Maybe it's to be defined as quoil & recoil, something you wind up with the first pre-rhyme, to which you then unleash several (more than two) echoes in the subsequent lines.
Anyway, thank you for this.
As much fun as your final stanza is, nothing can really beat the end of your first stanza--
"such a sweet gesture to cheer me-- and wow!"
I liked the title too.
~ OMK
BTW,
was it a typo or a choice to do away with Stinky?
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I can never believe how you manage to include all the Jumble words into your compact, tight, sound-ing, four line verse! (I had to make up that word, because I like the sound of it). And then there's the clever solution title--a final treat! And, once again, you gave a critter a name: this time, "Stinky." Thank you so much for this early morning gift.
And, now, on to your very kind comments about my poem, which I would not have expected at all. Yes, you're right, "sticky" was a typo, and I'm embarrassed to say that I re-read my verse three or four times before posting it, and kept thinking those two lines just didn't sound quite right. But maybe it was some unconscious dislike of the word "stinky," though I don't know why.
But again, I was just astonished and honored to get your kind and lovely review of this particular one, which I thought was pretty ordinary and even a bit boring. So, thank you, thank you, for making my day!
Looks like a typo, she meant stinky to rhyme with pinky.
Cute poem by our mistress of the happy ending.
Yes!
Hard to beat that simple wow.
~ OMK
[Chet goes on]
Now as for me it wasn't the rugby crowd; wine and cheese, imported beer
Those fancy folk with their Mercedes cars didn't allow yours truly near
So it was stinky, seedy bars for me, stale, smoky air to exhale
Until finally there you were with the bouffant hairdo drinking ginger ale
WC
You go, Chet!!
😉🤩🙂
It is fun, WC, no question.
But I'm a wee bit confused, or maybe just trying to grok what's going on based on too few clues.
BUT I thought the "seedy bar" milieu signaled a pre-AA setting.
If so, why was she nursing ginger ale?
Unless.
Unless ... "Until finally" was supposed to signal a jump cut & time delay to another place and time altogether.
And not just to mark a typically small transition to a later moment in the "stinky, seedy bar."
These are among the available options. Which would you prefer we follow....?
~ OMK
OMK ,
The saga began on 5/6-5/7/21 with Chet alone in a seedy bar. He then sees the girl with the bouffant hairdo, Lois.
So, Chet is comparing his past with what Lois earlier shared this week. Which brings him/us right back to that stinky seedy bar.
Capiche? Note. Lois had been sober for awhile. Remember, there was a concert of some sort that night that she probably attended. Perhaps if the J's cooperate we'll find out what was going through her mind that night.
WC
Sandy, that's exactly how you see it, right?
Can't be any more complicated than a James Joyce story, perhaps Misty has a view
Pretty mch, Wilbur.
Maybe.
So Lois wasn't actually in that seedy bar with him.
He was there in memory, thinking of her--perhaps as a mirage of an oasis...?
~ OMK
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