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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:
Jason loved Baroque music, all the way back to Bach,
When he met Mary, he thought their rapport was a lock.
Their courtship was a festival in a baroque pace,
A wonder of human style and ornately planned dates.
Soon he was her hubby, and she was his wife,
And they settled down to enjoy wedded life.
They'd occupy some evenings listening to recordings
Of classical music with great orchestras performing.
But then came the day when he caught her unfaithful!
When he found her in bed and in flagrante delicto!
She was writhing in ecstasy he couldn't evoke --
Listening to hip-hop when their marriage was baroque!
Feel kind of embarrassed to admit
that I really loved this solution!
"(Words) Back to Back"
The crook's wife was occupied with the thought,
"If my hubby weren't human, he'd never be caught.
But since you used me to trap him,
I won't say how you might scrap him,
or why he sought naught but had ought nought."
~ OMK
Erratum:
Please strike that *#@! "had" from my last line.
Thank you.
~ OMK
"Loving Couple"
Hal was a kindly human
who did joy in all illumine.
He was a little chubby
but cute, if a bit tubby,
and he was a devoted hubby.
His wife and he never fought
and she loved the gifts he bought,
and the fish he caught
which she would happily fry,
a real joy to occupy.
Their marriage stayed on track
as funny jokes they'd crack
and many sweet kisses smack.
With much love, back to back,
they spent more than thirty years
giving each other great cheers
and never any tears.
I enjoyed your connecting musical form to erotic exercise, Owen. It's a natural conjunction, and you do it with fine style and grace.
Like a favorite movie scene, I ran through it over & over!
~ OMK
I seem to be having trouble posting today.
Three times on my iPad and twice on my desktop, my posted comments have not registered.
I wonder if this will make it onto the site?
~ OMK
Well, that last post seemed to work.
I'll try again, using the "Name/URL" route, to see if it works this way.
Here's one message that failed before:
Ah, what a wonderful life, Misty.
Nothing but bliss.
~ OMK
If anybody else is having trouble getting their message posted, try this:
Under "Choose an Identity," do not use the first (default) setting of your Google account.
Instead, scroll down to "Name/URL" and click on that.
That will open two fields for you, with "Name" on top.
Using "Name," just type your regular screen name.
Go down to "I am not a robot," and click it.
Then click "Publish your comment."
GOOD LUCK!
~ OMK
In the upper right of the cartoon is a pun. Owen, on your last line were you intending the same pun?
Did I post something to the effect "Are you sick of Chet and Lois or can you stand a little more AA and the joy of sobriety.
We never tire of the joy of marital bliss as supplied by 'Microwave Misty'*
OMK, wasn't there a court ruling that spouses couldn't testify against each other? Perhaps "trapping" is OK.
WC
*re. Your CC post - I'm alone and perhaps will go nuclear tonight too. Except I made a week's worth of mac'ncheese last Saturday
Elegant poem, as always, Owen: but sorry Jason and Mary's marriage ended so disastrously (although that's what made it interesting).
Really missed your poem, Ol' Man Keith--morning just isn't the same without it.
But at least you did give this miss some bliss. Thank you for that.
Wilbur, I hope you enjoy your great left-over mac'n'cheese dinner. I'm heating up Ranchero beans and a corn-asparagus-carrot side-dish. Yes, Microwave Misty is at it again. But tomorrow night will be Shrimp and Spinach Night--much better.
Wilbur, I very much enjoy reading any continuing story you want to write. If not Chet and Lois, then another
I am confused, Misty. You say you missed my poem, but I see it posted here right after Owen's poem (and Sandy's comment).
My note about "having trouble posting" refers to some later comments, including my note about your poem.
But I did not have any problem with my poem, titled, "(Words) Back to Back."
I hope you can see it on your screen.
Wilbur, you are quite right about spousal privilege: one may not be forced to testify against one's husband or wife. In CA it is written into the California Evidence Code.
Of course spouses may voluntarily give such testimony, but in criminal matters BOTH must agree..
For today's poem, I imagined the cops had surrounded the house, using the wife as "bait."
~ OMK
Wilbur, yes, I was also making a baroque/broke pun, although very weakly.
And Misty, dismaying as it was, I doubt that that bit of (hi-?)infidelity broke up their marriage. Can you imagine the divorce request? "She likes hip-hop?"
<Ol' Man Keith, I did see your poem after my first note, and responded to it, saying that I hoped the crook's marriage with his wife ended up okay. But somehow my message never got posted. Well, I love your poems every day, and look forward to the one tomorrow. Have a good night!
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