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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.
12 comments:
Negative Nora me actually liked this one. A clever pun, IMO.
“Negative Nora”?
I like that. “Negative Nora” is good!
“(A) Swell (and) Humm’ble (ditty)”
I was bound to hit the pillows at 11 o’clock,
but I’d promised my son a new song.
In a rush I took my guitar by the neck
and began to strum & hum along.
I surprised myself with a quick new tune,
better than I deserved in a hurry.
Perhaps you’ve heard it, maybe sung it too—
the one that begins… “Hey, derry derry”?
~ OMK
"Hum and Strum"
Tommy feared he'd get into trouble
poking around in some neighborhood rubble
when under the ground
he heard a sound
and a bound package found.
It was a banjo like the one
he used to strum with his chum
before he gave it to his mum.
That night, lying on his pillow
he began to strum it sweet and low
until eleven, when he fell
into a sound sleep that worked like a spell.
That night he had a lovely dream,
strumming his banjo by a stream.
Hmm. Perhaps Tommy’s whole poem is a dream?
Else what was his old banjo doing “under the ground”?
Maybe he lives near a subway station.
In any case, Misty, you leave him in a good place, strumming by a stream in his dream.
“Hey derry derry— Down”
We should all drift off so…
~ OMK
OMK, maybe Tommy's mother valued her banjo so much that she wanted to preserve it for future generations by burying it in her yard. (Sounds like she may have had a little dementia already, doesn't it?).
But on to your delightful verse about composing a new song to sing to your son at bedtime. What a lovely way to entertain him as he falls asleep.
(OMK is an excellent dad
who will never make his son mad.)
I guess I never got around to solving Saturday. But one of the words reminded me of Lois
Lois continues her tale about finally coming to AA]
As I entered the halls I was met by smiling faces and a warm hello
A lovely lady beckoned me over , "Come sweetheart, tell me your tale of woe"
She sat me down on a soft, pillowed seat: "We'll show you a better way"
Any way was better than mine, a life of hopelessness and decay.
"With the help of a Higher Power and prayer you can upend your life
Just buckle down, follow the suggestions and end that bitter strife"
WC
And Lois passed it on to Chet!
That was from July. Can you guess the other 3 J's? Bonus for the riddle-solution
"Nancy" had a rich kid occasionally. It wasn't Wilbur. Was it? That goes way back to my 50s comic book addiction.
WC
Okay, Wilbur, I flunked your challenge. So, believe it or not, I went through July and finally came to the 13th.
It was 'pillow', right? Then beckon, decay and upend.
And I dont get any bonus for just reading 'buckle down'.
But it was fun looking.
Sandy, you brought up Nora so here ya go
[Nora is curious about Lois meeting Chet etc, etc]
"I'd gone to this club at the urging of an old school chum.
I aimed to be home by eleven, anything later spells trouble
The set had ended, I prepared to leave in the last note strum
When I noticed Chet at the bar, I think he'd ordered a double
I told myself, 'homeward bound, there a pillow awaits'
But something held me back, I think it was the hand of fate.
Or was it the look of despondency on that sad,sad face
He was at the pit of despair , of hope there wasn't a trace
WC
Lois was being kind, as well as following Step 12, right?
Yes, reaching out to help a fellow sufferer. She listened to the voice which is one concept of a Higher Power.
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