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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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FLN, I posted some late comments on Maggie, on outliving our pets, & thoughts on what a “Mr. Chips” does on a birthday.
These may have particular relevance for Wilbur & Sandy, but all may find interest.
Today’s response:
“Drill (Sgt)Pulverized”
The staff sergeant mumbled; he made no sense,
and his men saw how oddly he walked.
He’d taken shrapnel in his pelvis and thigh,
yet was trying to hide it. He talked
pure drivel. Shouting at God, he started to cry
and fell to his knees as the medics rushed up
to take him in hand. He sneered, then resisted.
The squad froze in place. They watched the dust-up
till, with a slap shot of Emma, the docs insisted,
the sarge submitted, and tension was lifted.
~ OMK
"Silly Article"
The article was so ill-advised
as everybody realized.
The drivel about the Elvis pelvis
was oddly written
and hardly civil.
The entire argument was a gaffe
that made the entire staff just laugh.
Just read your late comment FLN, OMK. I fully agree about pets. Wilbur's remark was sad, though, wasn't it? The crying, not the 15k.
I can't imagine having that many people wish me happy birthday. In your work you must have touched sooo many lives. Me? Just family and a very few old friends.
Re this jumble. Interesting wordplay. My usual grammar-related quibble.
Misty ~ Your aim for economy—for brevity—is kicking in!
Today you got all the hints in three fewer lines than I did.
Congratulations!
Sandy ~ Yes, it is sad to see one pet missing another. But with those who are used to another being absent for, say, vet care, and then coming back, the loss seems more tolerable. A few moments each day listening for the car to return, watching the back door, or looking for the other one’s food bowl…
The saddest such loss In my experience was one I witnessed from my car in a lane of backed up traffic.
I saw a duck on the other side of the road. You know how duck families sometimes cross in single file? This was I guess a mother duck, and she was staring down at a couple of smashed smaller bodies—probably her youngsters—and looking puzzled.
I mean she was poking down with her bill, then looking up & around, not moving away. I don’t know how long she’d been there, but she wasn’t leaving all the while my lane of cars inched forward.
~ OMK
Wow! A complicated story embedded in your poem this morning, Old Man Keith--totally floored me when I read it, a terrific and unusual production from you! In contrast, I did consciously try to follow your terse patterns in my verse this morning--an interesting reversal for both of us, wasn't it? But fun!
Thanks, Misty, and thanks also for your warm words in Facebook.
Perhaps I should have clarified that "Emma" in my poem means "morphine."
Maybe "slap shot" gave it enough context?
~ OMK
Belated hbd, OMK. I missed it and I get behind on Facebook
Emma=Morphibe? The things we learn.
Meanwhile life goes on while Putin, a would be Joe Stalin, performs the first active aggression since Hitler invaded Poland.
WC
I think Putin is even more ambitious than that, but he may have overstepped this time (I hope!).
Trump says Putin's moves are "genius."
A lot of good sanctions did after Russia took the Crimean peninsula!
Putin knows from that experience to grab what he can, expect sanctions to follow, and then after a few years to see the sanctions lifted.
His people can put up with some pain, knowing they can keep what they get.
We are doing it backwards. We should impose ALL the sanctions NOW--in advance of any further incursions--so they may work as a true deterrent.
Let him know if he backs off, well ease up on the sanctions.
~ OMK
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