GELLA = LEGAL
NOPLY = PYLON
PEIEDM = IMPEDE
BCFIRA = FABRIC
THE FENCER LOST TO HIS RIVAL AFTER BEING – – –
EGA LON ID FAI = FOILED AGAIN
Good Morning, Everyone! 🤺IT’S OK…IT’S JUST A FLÈCHE WOUND!🤺
🎶 Well, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above…But don’t FENCE me in..Let me ride through that wide open country that I love….Don’t FENCE me in…Let me be by myself in the evening breeze, listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees…Send me off forever but I ask you please…Don’t FENCE me in…🎶 “Don’t Fence Me In” – Harry Connick, Jr. 2001
🤺 The sport of Fencing, not my bag…for me it’s too much strife,
I’ve never entertained the thought through my FABRIC of life.
I think I’d do the best I could to IMPEDE one from trying,
It just puts me in mind of something that could lead to dying…
I know that it’s all LEGAL, and protective gear is worn,
And yet it all just bothers me…with blades flying airborne.
(And I would much have chosen to have Nylon here instead,
Because a word like PYLON? It don’t stand high in my head…
We’re not using the “P” at all, and it would help me out,
But David went with Pylon…wonder what that’s all about)…
But getting back to Swordplay…not for me…and never been,
So I suppose that I could say…”Fencing?…No FOILED AGAIN”! 🤺
So, Jumble denizens…Who would have thought that if we had to choose a new word this morning, that it would be LEGAL? Legal!!??? Not PYLON. Seriously, Folks…Show of hands. Who was going with Pylon? Exactly…Me too. And yet, lo and beFOILED…there it was, on December 18th, 2013, as Nolpy…But at least on that day, David used the “P”. Today? No “P”. And ironically, protective Fencing Equipment is made of Nylon! I mean, do you see where I’m going with this? It would have fit perfectly in my rhyme. But no…David chose Pylon. Anyway, our other words? IMPEDE went back to 2014, but we also saw it this past April, and FABRIC, another 2014 word showed up again in 2017. And as I said earlier, Legal just couldn’t be found, so I’m still shaking my head! But enough of this…Let’s just say, TOUCHÉ, David, TOUCHÉ!..and CUT to the chase…
Ok, LUNGING forward, let’s see if I can FLÈCHE this out for you…Today we’re attending a Fencing Bout, a sport not for the FEINT of heart. We see our opponents, ending their match, with the loser heard voicing his exasperation over what seems to be an ongoing occurrence, while appearing to be more than just a little PISTE off at losing AGAIN. And we see our winner, a single bead of sweat on his face, raising his FOIL in victory, and heard JABbering on about “making his point”. A FOIL, is a light fencing sword without cutting edges, but with a button on its POINT, and a bout is won when a Fencer scores 15 POINTS. So our winner, besides being adroit at what he does, seems to have a SHARP sense of humor as well…Ah, the RAPIER wit! So I think it’s safe to say, that our losing FENCER has not only met his match, he’s been…FOILED AGAIN! Good one, David! You’ve made an excellent POINT!
Ok, eye candy. The background of our panel shows a large crowd of spectators, silhouetted in black. Off to the left, we see another Fencer, FOIL POINTed towards his opponent, who’s SLICED out of the frame. Our main characters, dressed in the traditional white Fencing attire, are seen with their masks, but something’s amiss. A glove on the weapon hand must be worn by Fencers during a bout…Only I don’t see any gloves…Oh sheath…or maybe I should PARRY phrase that…No gloves? Curses…FOILED AGAIN! So, There you have it Folks, Done! Have a great day, Everyone…and I still can’t see what people get out of Fencing…to me it just seems so POINTless…