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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.
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"Jerky Joke"
Willy was a bit timid
about crossing the contest's limit.
He did not want his joke to imply
that he was telling a lie.
But if he made his joke a bit longer
it could be judged as being wronger.
So Willy tried to haggle
to let them allow the word "waggle."
The judges at last did caper,
and Willy's joke appeared in the paper.
FLN, CanadianEh! ~ Hope you caught my last response to your response….
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“I’m Off! Willy-Nilly!”
My tail waggles, im-
plying, “Ciao, Sir!” no longer
your plane (damn limits!).
(That’s how a poetic pilot bids farewell
to his route-restrictive owner…)
~ OMK
Thank you, Misty! ~ for a poem alive & fresh.
I gotta kick outta your choice of “wronger”—thereby helping to remake the language (and isn’t that one of the jobs of poetry?)
“Stronger,” which might have been the (more obvious) choice, would have been a bore.
~ OMK
Love the way you work all the J words into you haiku, Ol' Man Keith. And yes I guess we both went beyond some 'limits' this morning with my 'wronger' and your 'plane' turning up out of no-where. 'Stronger' would have been a better word, I agree--don't know why I didn't think of it, and to whom did your tail-waggling speaker imply that his airplane was no longer a polite goodbye?
Hope Wilbur and CanadianEh! check in this morning with more Jumble-filled verses--will be fun to see.
Oops, sorry, I should have agreed that 'stronger' would have been a bore.
Woohoo! I got my best Wordle so far this morning! Woohoo!
Wordle 336 3/6
⬜🟨🟨⬜⬜
🟨🟨🟩⬜🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Congratulations, Misty!
Looks like we’re twins!
Wordle 336 3/6
⬜⬜🟨🟨🟨
🟩🟨🟩🟩⬜
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
~ OMK
To answer your questions, Misty, I don’t know that my plane appeared from nowhere; it was already in the sky.
I envisioned that plane’s owner on the ground, looking up at his property being driven across the heavens by a maverick pilot.
I imagine the pilot’s name is Geoffrey. Being of a poetic temperament, he has been practicing how to waggle his tail (or rather, the plane’s) in the equivalent of Morse dits & dashes for the phonemes in “Ciao, sir!”
~ OMK
Interesting explanation, OMK--many thanks. See you tomorrow (well, not see you), but, you know.
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