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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(It is part of the hippie ethos to share a joint among friends. Selfishly hanging onto the cig is to “hog” or “bogart” it.
So…)
“Don’t Be Holdin’”
People hoggin’ blunts
share a theme. Not many say,
“I am fondue you!”
~ OMK
28 July ‘23
Par=4
Wordle 769 3/6
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W769
The heroic gunslinger is part of the Old West mythos.
D & D nerds love to snack on Coke & Cheetos.
But if you serve “Dodger Dogs” to Dodgers, you may have to eat those.
It’s not easy telling which elements of a culture belong to its “….. .”
~ OMK
The customs you grew up with put you at ease,
Tho someone with different customs they'll tease.
Peanut butter and jam
Are fine where I am.
Don't offer me fried scorpion on a stick -- PLEASE!
Wordle 769 2/6
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I hate to be blunt, but this poem machine
That I call my brain, doesn't have a theme.
So I'll just write in a random, rambling way
Whatever my Muses instruct me to say.
It may not be my traditional three stanzas,
Twelve or fourteen line extravaganza.
It may, at times, lack even any rhyme
To serve as an herb, like rosemary or salt.
I'm totally beholden to my Muses this day
For the words I've felt to express my say.
Some people may say the words of a poet
Are worth heeding, tho may not show it.
Life is like a chocolate fondue fountain
Set on the side of a very steep mountain;
Where chocolate pours, ain't no accountin'.
Another BLAST* from the past
[Nora and Charles are chatting about the lovebirds]
You can exhale now, Charles, no need for that constant vigilance
You must admit that Chet and Lois are a shining example of today's youth. "
"Nora, m'love, let me just say one thing. Your fondue is the truth**"
"I'm not talking about snacks to suit your spleen. [Admit it.] At first glance
You didn't think this was a match made in heaven. You of the furrowed brow
I heard your offhand remarks that Chet would never take a vow"
"Nora, sweetheart, you must admit that I've come around, eh honey?"
"Yes, Charles, you surely have. That wedding will cost beaucoup money"
WC
*From today's CC
**Shaq referred to Paul Pierce of the Celtics as "The Truth"
Well, this one was a character
Wordle 769 5/6*
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OMK- you left the W hanging there for Misty. Great rhyming words.
Owen- I see the W running over the end of the line (and over three words no less). Your W poem show how much we are shaped by our upbringing.
And I love your “chocolate fountain” image. Let the Muses flow.
WC- as you can see by my fourth guess, I had all THOSE letters, but in the wrong order. I had to make a letter diagram to figure out the W. No cheating.
Somehow I neglected to get back here with a J poem yesterday. I’ll try to do better today if the Muses cooperate.
Belt Fee(l) Olden
Today I will be blunt,
Not meaning to affront.
My theme may be a lecture
Many people find conjecture.
If of food you become too fond,
You discover when clothes are donned,
You cannot be at ease; tho some may say
You’re looking great today,
That tight belt is a giveaway.
OMK- yes, the W is in your backstory! (I stole Owen’s method of using it. Can you find it?). And a trip down memory lane to our hippie days. We both used that F J-word in a similar way. The J answer was tough to Spooner today.
(Speaking if that F word, F pots seemed to be the de rigueur wedding gift of 1973. My sister received an over abundance. My year elicited silver serving trays.)
WC- great throwback today re Lois and Chet. What are they up to now?
C-eh, I saw the J and remembered Charles FONDness for Nora's dish
OK, I'll email them. I'll tell them you're asking for news of them
WC
A tough W today. The word doesn't come up in many conversations.
Yes, CEh (& Owen), I saw whatcha did there, ya clever tricksters!
It works for the eye, but not so much for the ear.
The initial letter (e) is in the right place, but it is silent to the ear. Instead, you have the z-phoneme to start.
I thank you for your appreciation of my rhymes. There really are very few true rhymes, so I came as close as I could.
Ah, well, 'tis but an awkward art at best.
~ OMK
"Better Plan"
Emily was forward and blunt:
she did not approve of the stunt.
The theme proposed by her team
did not safe or healthy seem.
She did not support making people
climb up a dangerous steeple.
Instead she proposed a different view:
a cooking competition for the crew,
where they could develop a whole new stew
or even make a delicious fondue.
Her team felt this idea was golden
and felt themselves beholden
to hold their Emily dear
for coming up with this great idea.
Thank you, thank you again, Ol' Man Keith, for helping me come up with today's Wordle:
Wordle 769 1/6
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Great to get it, but I won't boast.
My goodness, what an overflow of poetry today--just tremendous--and on a Friday yet! Hard to believe! But there they were:
Ol' Man Keith, your cowboys and football players all seem to belong to an ethos that likes snack food--coke and cheetos and fries and they may even be fond of some fondue.
Owen, your Muses clearly worked hard to inspire you to finally come up with a terrific metaphor: who could possibly dispute that life is like a chocolate fondue fountain? (Well, unless you have an allergy to chocolate. Or to fondue.)
Wilbur, your Charles tells Nora that her fondue is truth. But what if she ever tells a fib? No more fondue for her, I guess.
CanadianEh!, good advice to folks, that if they eat too much fondue they'll end up a bit chubby, won't they? So what would be a good anti-fondue?
Misty, once Emily's crew figures out that all that fondue made them fat, they won't feel so golden any more and will probably tell her to start listening to Canadian.
Enjoyed your poem, Misty.
While it does not tackle a major theme (which of ours ever do?), I really appreciate how you avoid randomness, but develop Emily's change of competition along a natural line of thought, giving her reasoning and then her solution--and that leading to her team's acceptance and laudatory response.
Simple. Homespun. No jumping around.
Oh, Brother, Owen!
Your longer poem is quite fine. Reminds me how it feels when the muse is truly in charge, and we can trust to follow her lead.
WC ~ I think I recall this C&L verse. It's a good one.
(Or, if I don't remember the actual verse, I am sure I recognize their ongoing situation.)
Money becomes "beaucoup" pretty quickly, eh?
CanadianEh! ~ Amusing title!
Oops, I feel my own waistline as I read your neat lecture.
Dang! It doesn't take much. Maybe just one slice of processed cheese.
My wife may say I look OK, but your piece was right on target.
Speaking of cheese, did no one object to my haiku's use of "fondue"?!
~ OMK
Misty ~ I don't believe my cowboy (the "gunslinger") paused to take a snack.
But you're right that 2 of my 3 examples involved food.
I might use your old line of defense: it was hard finding rhymes, so I had to go where the words took me!
I suppose I played with fondue in my haiku because part of the weed-smokers' ethos is the love/fascination/obssession with FOOD!
~ OMK
Well, after obsessing with the word FONDUE all morning, I decided it was finally time to look it up and learn just exactly what it is. Here's what I found:
Fondue (UK: /หfษnd(j)uห/, US: /fษnหd(j)uห/,[3][4] French: [fษ̃dy]) is a Swiss[5] melted cheese and wine dish served in a communal pot (caquelon or fondue pot) over a portable stove (rรฉchaud) heated with a candle or spirit lamp, and eaten by dipping bread into the cheese using long-stemmed forks. It was promoted as a Swiss national dish by the Swiss Cheese Union (Schweizerische Kรคseunion) in the 1930s, and was popularized in North America in the 1960s.
I now realize that I've probably never tasted fondue, and I had no idea that it's a "melted cheese and wine dish," and not just a cheese you can slice up and put on a cracker to eat. The things you lean when you're 78.
Misty- I love how Emily took charge and objected to the unsafe activity for her workers (climbing a steeple, no less!). And of course a cooking competition would be quite safe. Stew and fondue - what can go wrong? LOL! But how lovely that Emily is golden.
Sorry to make you all watch your waistline today. “I had to go where the words took me!” Actually, it was trying to move with my Belt title that took me there.
With all the mention of fondue, I was reminded also of another cheese dish, Raclette, that we enjoyed in Switzerland.
I have a bad memory of fondue.
The worst—the VERY WORST—hangover I ever had came when my wife & I were staying with friends in Virginia Beach and drinking with them until late—or rather EARLY—in the morning.
We thought we were lessening the effects of the booze by eating,
and our snack of choice was… a fondue pot!
Oh, how I enjoyed that rich cheesy dip.
I believe I mixed my alcohols during the long session, never a wise thing to do.
The next day, we had to drive home to Richmond.
OMG, I never hurt so much. I had heard that a hangover could be bad, but I never, ever had felt one like this. My head throbbed. I was nauseated. I couldn’t stand to hear any noise.
After vomiting for the first hour after waking, I had to be moved into our car for the ride home.
I suppose I had indulged the most the night before because I was the one, the only one, affected like this. They had to walk me slowly to my car and pour me into the back seat. My wife, obviously, had to do the long drive home.
I stayed curled in a fetal posture on the rear bench seat. Every bump & swerve rattled my bones.
Possibly the worst of it was that my wife & friends thought my anguish to be funny. Ha hah.
Of course, that was my last fondue.
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, your amazing fondue story just simultaneously cracked me up and made me laugh, even as it made me incredibly sad to picture just what you suffered the day after your pleasant treat the night before. What a depressing experience, but I suspect having your wife find it funny really convinced you to lay off fondue forever. Good for you!
OMK- what a story about your fondue experience. I don’t blame you for never wanting to have it again.
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