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| _exert, unify, spruce, overdo, procure one.Image(s) from the Internet.
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.
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Felix and Oscar have become a trope,
Stereotypical character folks.
One who exerts his O.C.D. best
To spruce up their communal nest.
Oscar the slob is an incorrigible -- slob!
Making a mess is practically his job!
They make no progress towards unity
Between gross chaos, and being orderly.
Each in his way tries -- must -- overdo,
His effect on any room he goes thru!
But now a solution may have been found:
Procuring V.R. headsets for their surround!
If you enlarge the picture, the certificate on the wall reads "Jumble School of Medicine", with a caduceus and two signatures, starting with D and J.
The 5th haiku in a row.
(Been watching much TV lately?)
“Procuring Winter Victory”
Snowboarders exert
spruced, unified style. Their flaw…?
Overdoing it.
Witnessing the evolution of winter sports, I can’t help noticing how ski jumping has changed radically.
When I was a kid, the worst thing you could say about a ski jumper was that he “showboated.” That label was applied to anyone who added a small twist to his jump. He was seen as contaminating the purity of a respectable flight through the air, one emphasizing height, duration, and straight form.
Nowadays, entire sports are based on gyrations and fanciful stunts. If these guys were platform divers, how big a splash would they make?
~ OMK
Wow! Wow! Two dramatically different poems from Owen and Ol' Man Keith, each with all the Jumble words and solution. A great start to the day.
Owen, haven't thought about Felix and Oscar in years, though they were total favorites of mine in my younger days. Not sure how their headsets resolved their problems in your verse, but it's always good when things end well.
And, OMK, your economy is always amazing: a three line haiku with title, and there they are, all Jumble words and solution. Woohoo! And nice that you explained what the problem may be when they start overdoing things in sports.
"Poetic Offspring"
To procure some fun for his son,
Dad taught him how to make a pun.
This his boy Bruce was quick to spruce
his poems with verbal juice.
Dad didn't want him to overdo
his skills with a silly cue or two,
so he taught him how to unify,
and rewarded him with a new wi-fi.
By now Dad can assert
that Bruce is a poetry expert.
Owen ~ Like all archetypes, Oscar and Felix are inspirational.
They can guide your poem, but they are rarely absolutely present IRL.
Instead, we each have aspects of Oscar and Felix within us.
I think, for instance, I am a typical American male in that I lean toward Oscar in my messy daily habits. But once a week (or month?!) I get a spurt of Felix-ism. Then watch out if you're in my path.
(Katie, bar the door!!)
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It looks like Bruce's dad is a purist too--teaching his son not to venture into silliness but to create a unified wholeness in each poem. That, he asserts, is the true path to expertise. (And venturing, one presumes, toward perfection.)
I guess, Misty, we can all take a lesson from that dad.
BTW, I don't mind that snowboarding pyrotechnics have taken focus in the Winter Olympics. I just think it is a dramatic shift from the simplicity of the old days.
AND I do miss plain, old-fashioned ski jumping. It used to be the center of attention in the past, but I have not seen it at all so far this season. Do they still do it?
I wonder if it will be shown.
~ OMK
OMK, I wrote a poetic CSO to you and your Shakespeareian endeavors at the J
But seemingly ignored by all
Iread it, Wilbur!
Really liked mon ami with bonhomie.
I liked it, too.
Yes, I saw that, Wilbur, and thanked you for the acknowledgment.
I appreciated the sentiment.
Retirement is such a strange thing. When I was in my teens, I acted in maybe five or six parts a year. Many more as I went professional and took up directing.
Nowadays, I don't think about the work except as an audience member. I can't even say I miss it. But it is strange NOT to be working on a script.
I don't know where all that energy came from--
or where it went...
~ OMK
I'm going to combine Fri, Sat in one poem. Post early tomorrow.
Yes, getting two quotes in there was neat for me. Thank God for the Jumble blog where we can enjoy our doggerel.
I call it that but I've seen some real poetry from Owen's pen.
Perhaps he'll grace us periodically from that collection he has.
OMK, I had to check the spelling of 'bonhomie'
WC
BTW, don't get intimidated by the Chen authorship of the Saturday xword. It's doable though...
Oops, my lips are sealed, per Owen's suggestion
WC
I'm sorry, Wilbur, I had an early dinner date with friends this evening and never saw a message from you until I come home just a few minutes ago, and never saw your verse. My apology. Maybe I can look it up tomorrow if someone lets me know where to find it.
Good to know you had a dinner date, Misty. That means you are OK.
I was about to ask if you were anywhere near that major fire in your area, but --happily!--it seems you are doing fine!
~ OMK
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