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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(It was a gambling series for big game collectors. Bets were laid in golden coins! Each had reserved a place for the final award in his den. The winner of each round was determined by the wheel’s stylus pointing to an avatar of the player’s version of a tiger cub.
The time for the final spin approaches. Men shout for their cubs to redeem their coins…)
“Bezant Pleas!”
The tiger queen’s head
is the parlay’s peak prize. Now—
Shh! / The stylus moves…
~ OMK
In the depths of Burma,
where the jungle grows the most,
The tigers used the trees
as their favorite scratching posts.
Now the trees were dismayed
at the scratches on their barks,
So they called for a parley with
the tigers, about their marks.
Now the queen of the tigers,
with her regal bearing,
Agreed to give the trees
a fair and honest hearing.
A hedgehog was recruited
to record negotiations.
With a stylus of a tiger claw,
on some bark, for notations.
The trees pleaded that scratching
was injuring them to death.
The tigers countered that
their claws needed strength.
Could they limit their scratching
to trees that had died?
Tigers consulted, the queen
nodded, it would be tried!
The confab ended with ease,
Everyone exchanging pleasantries.
Sir Reele for a time had a talking crow.
Named him Sir Caw, for his sound, you know.
He fed him on corn,
And sure as you're born,
Sir Caw did corny comedy in a vaudeville show!
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I LIU, and was surprised to find parlay and parley were different words.
Wordle 28 April ‘23
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Up & about…
~ OMK
This is a poem from Google's Bard
Here in the tiger's den, I sit alone,
Where once the queen did parlay and speak
With kings of old, now turned to pleasant-trees,
Their leaves a whisper in the summer's breeze.
I hold my stylus, poised to write a rhyme
Of love and loss, of life and death, of time,
Of all the things that make this world a place
Where we can live, and love, and laugh, and face
The things that come our way, both good and bad,
And know that we are not alone, that we
Are part of something greater than ourselves,
A part of something that will never die.
So here I sit, in this tiger's den,
And write my rhyme, and hope that you will read it then.
"Happy Household"
The queen was eagerly keen
to find a pleasant gift for her teen.
She first thought she'd get him a stylus
that might help him learn how to dial us.
But he needed something with which he could play
and so a tiger his mother did him parlay.
The boy is now delighted and pleased.
to watch the tiger run around trees
chasing all the backyard bees.
My son just arrived from San Francisco this morning. We have a busy day with a series of appointments to keep, so I may or may not be able to check in again for quite a while. But I wish you all a great day!
The Spanish “tres ant” translates as “ three before”
Tres Ant Please
Circa 1469 in Spain,
Isabella I of Castile
Was canny enough to kneel.
Though only third in line,
She parlayed her status with a marriage divine
That started her long reign.
A brilliant tiger of a Queen,
She made reforms never before seen.
And with one stroke of her stylus,
She sponsored explorer Columbus.
Wow! Sch a variety of rhymes with the J words today.
OMK has us on the edge of our seats waiting for the stylus to move.
Owen gives us a jungle creation.
Misty offers a princely pet tiger.
Enjoyed them all.
And I LOLed at Owen’s Sir Caw (owned by Sir Re-election).
Enjoy your day with your son, Misty.
The variety of responses is a bit overwhelming. Owen again takes the prize for number of submissions, and he points to his poems’ own confusion with “parlay/parley,” whereby his Bard seems wrongly to have a queen parlay speech with kings (tho maybe she was betting whether she could have a word or two—I dunno).
Glad your son is visiting from SF, Misty. Seems appropriate that your poem has a mother seeking a gift for a son! I doubt your own grown lad would appreciate a tiger, but your spirit points in the right direction.
An historical perspective from our CanadianEh! with nicely structured stanzas. Bravo!
Even though Columbus’ rep has dropped a few notches in our lifetimes, we still use his name to record the before and after of the most significant intercontinental contact.
~ OMK
It took 4 tries more or less on today's
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A PARLAY is certainly combining bets. Perhaps after having a parley with the bookie.
WC
Finally finished Saturday xword. Phew. Lots of LHF but arcane clueing
But little pop-cul. Started real fast and then...
Love to see the verdict re. Difficulty
WC
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