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| _locale, origin, spoken, exempt, smooch, tussle, loch ness "muenster" Image(s) from the Internet.
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Larry and Lucy sought out the locale
Of the Loch Ness Monster, or maybe her pal.
The origin of the myth has been explained,
But it's the only thing there that entertains!
The couple spread a blanket for a picnic to please,
Tho they had only wine and some camembert cheese.
They tusseled a bit, then spent time smooching,
And didn't notice loch rippling rings grouping!
Nessie rested her elbows on the strand,
And in a soft-spoken voice, asked to share their viands.
The wine was exempt, but she wanted some cheese,
Said that she'd beg for some on her knees!
Of course they shared, told the tale to their youngster.
She said camembert was fine, but would have preferred muenster!
I was about to take the day off, but the J-words asked me to do a small “character piece” of a woman who is so cool towards gentlemen of varied backgrounds, she will always…
”Knock Less” (than more prudish types!)
While English was spoken in her original locales,
Sadie wasn’t ready to smooch any old Anglophoney.
Whether Limey, Scot, or Ragazzo (her current Pen Pals),
she’d tussle with them first—before exempting their baloney.
~ OMK
"Redemption"
Vicky was always vocal
about her origin in So Cal,
her favorite childhood locale.
She was known to have often spoken
about how her marriage was broken
when her partner, who had strong muscle,
injured her in a tussle.
Once from marriage she was exempt
she had to live in a tent
until a friend sent her some rent.
She now lives near a loch
in a cabin by the dock
with her much beloved pooch
whom she does daily smooch.
Her life is no longer a mess
and her friend she does warmly bless
for this newfound happiness.
Boy, Sunday Jumbles just get no responses, do they?
Owen, delightful and hilarious. Sorry Nessie wasn't delighted by the cheese, but I hope she still enjoyed the picnic.
Wow! Ol' Man Keith! You worked everything into four lines and a title, with three Jumble words in just the first line. How do you do that? Amazing!
Posting quickly--between halves of my 4th NFL game...
But forget about my effort, Misty!
YOU take today's prize--and the prize for the week!
By sticking to your guns,
these rhymes are the winning ones,
& your Vicky gives us lotsa fun.
Misty's ol' couplet & triplet scheme
turns out to be a brilliant dream!
This is your best in a long time--and better than many of the postings you admire.
My ability to squeeze words into cramped verse can hardly be said to match the creativity in your tale of a striving gal and her kissing dog.
~ OMK
Again, I almost missed you, Owen.
My skimming eyes don't always click back to the start.
Your picnic is certainly jolly. And no settling for a pal of Nessie; looks like your couple got the real McCoy!
As to the youngster's response, I guess that's what we refer to as "burying the lede," right?
The kid was more a cheesehead than a dragon-spotter. (I was more interested in Varanidae elbows!)
~ OMK
In the days when tales were spoken and rarely written
In locales whose origins were misted over in legend
There was a gothic gal who became smitten
She little knew that from amorous desires doom may portend.
For even brawny princesses are not exempt from love
She little knew that a harmless smooch would evolve
Into a full-blown tussle.
For this was Brunhilde she of the legendary brawn and muscle
Who'd never been overcome until she met Siegfried
And unrequited love and jealousy planted the fatal seed.
WC
Wagner is rolling over in his grave but he never had to deal with j-words and riddle-solutions.
Although Nessie too is misted in legend I just couldn't fit her into this famous tale.
Much like Misty's gal and beau a tussle was the beginning and the end. And who knew that Nessie was so polite as Owen recounts. Not to speak of her taste in cheese.
WC
Ps... perhaps Sadie is taking a page from Brunhilde's book
Woohoo! Woohoo! Two more great poems, after all, including a terrific gift from Ol' Man Keith, the first Misty verse (if I may call it that) I've ever gotten! Woohoo! Many thanks for that amazing treat. I'll Have to copy that into my verse collection, so I'll have it forever.
And so great to have you checking in with a whole new poetic narrative Wilbur!
I hope the Chet and Lois collection hasn't come to an end because I'm looking forward to their happy life together. But still very interesting to get a new Brunhilde and Siegfried poem. Thank you for that too, Wilbur.
Wilbur, this is just the first part of the story, right? I hope the jumble words are there to contine it tomorrow.
Now off to google brunnhilde and Siegfried.
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