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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.
11 comments:
Okay, an honest-to-goodness homophonic pun!
Not a bad one, either.
I just wonder, though, if the jumble writers could make avoidance in the cartoon of a necessary word less obvious. That would make the solution a greater challenge, or maybe too much so??
No big deal, however. Fun anyway.
FLN: Wilbur's poem on Keith is HERE.
Sir Reele was a knight of honour,
Not a yes-man nor a fawner.
His motto was, "It's right to do right,"
And he tried to keep it with his might!
When he met Rowena, he was smitten.
Her kohl-lidded eyes, her purr like a kitten.
But he had to inform her, he'd taken a vow.
No canoodling till marriage. She said, "Wow!"
She tried to seduce him, time after time,
Tried parsley, sage, and rosemary wine.
The inebriant herbs didn't go to his head,
So the staunch knight didn't go to her bed!
Thanks for the link, Owen. It was generous of Wilbur to give me a starring part.
Your Sir Reele holds fast to his principles. Clearly a man of self-discipline, a rarity in any age.
Poor Rowena.
But I’ll bet she won’t have to look far to find a knight with more liberal views.
Below please find my 6th haiku this week.
When I started this run, I doubted I could keep it up. But while the syllables are restrictive, there is no call to rhyme. Rhyme is too often the master over good sense.
Haiku may control rhythm (and call for a tiny surprise), but it doesn’t let rhyme lead one into cliches.
I apologize if this little number is rough. But I believe it fits its urban milieu.
“No Thyme to Thee the Crime”
Old street gang motto…
“Honor demands informers
see eyelids sewn shut.”
~ OMK
My promised double header
Chet was informed that he'd be the Group's Bookie
That meant procuring Speakers , an honor for a rookie
It was no great exertion as he'd get to visit other
Towns and certainly having Lois along was no great bother
Chet would spruce up nattily and Lois would enhance
Those lovely eyelids without overdoing it perchance.
Unity is a guiding motto in AA and nothing unifies
Like a caravan cross state to visit other gals and guys.
Time after time all would agree that you couldn't overdo the fun
For the camaraderie and closeness they felt was second to none
WC
Yes, Wilbur, it's rewarding and fun for sure, to do things with people of like mind, or with whom you share like past experiences.
Anyway, Chet seems to have found a great deal of happiness and satisfaction. Strange, isn't it, how the positive can arise from the negative?
Once again: Wow! Wow! Wow! What an amazing morning! Wilbur, Owen and Keith all checking in with poems that display all four Jumble words and the Jumble solution! Saturdays don't get any better than this!
Wilbur, I loved your 'Keith' poem, and I knew he would love it too! And what a terrific voyage for Chet and Lois across the country!
Owen, poems about a couple don't get more cool than yours this morning, with her "kohl-lidded eyes," their "no canoodling till marriage," and her surprising "rosemary wine."
Ol' Man Keith, no way was your brief verse "rough" this morning. Well, except for those cruel "eyelids sewn shut."
How does one compete with all this fabulous Saturday poetry? Not very well, I'm afraid.
"Good Advice"
Her sore eyelid helped to inform
Sue about the coming storm.
She would honor her late Dad's motto
and snack on thyme while hiding out in a grotto.
That quiet time in a cave
allowed her to stay safe.
Indeed, Misty, we have an abundance, a plethora of representation this morning!
Sandy led off with her appreciation of a rare pun-worthy solution, then came Owen with his truly noble knight. I slipped my little ditty in on his wake.
The double whammy came from Wilbur who, not resting on his laurels from his sweet ode to moi, dazzled us with a double-header, each furthering the Chet/Lois rehab romance!
Last, but never least (!), your own verse proved that even though rhyme may often dictate sense, it need NOT lead to clichés. Brava to you for exploring new places & possibilities!
We are indeed a passel of probative poets!
~ OMK
parsley, sage, and rosemary wine. It doesn't get any better than that
Methinks those seqn eyelids were observed at the wake.
And... Any grotto in a storm
Sandy, thanks for the kind words.
Wouldn't-ya-know-it Dept.:
Yesterday on this very page I complained that the Olympics had not shown plain, old-fashioned ski-jumping, the kind that foregoes garish gyrations and fancy flip-flops in the sky.
And, of course, last night they showed ski-jumps!
It did my old heart good to see those pure unadorned leaps, just to let my eyes rest on those strong young bodies gliding, floating, through the ether and setting down firmly on the bottom slope!
The announcer said they were attaining a little more height than earlier, but I couldn't tell the difference (as I hadn't seen anything "earlier").
I wonder what the altitude is there in China. Is the air too thin to give enough resistance when they widen their postures?
Ah, but they still look so good, no gimmicks or fancy tricks--like eagles swimming a slow stroke in the air.
~ OMK
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