Pananjady Swathi

Why does Windows OS run so slow? Why does it feel like 10 below? The best laid programs of mice and men And even the inscrutable Zen Has been laid low by a stack overflow

Lovely puzzle. Enjoyed it a lot though I almost had a head-on collision. An Indian driver, I took a left at the round about Saw the headlights coming at me and said look out! I was a bit shaken and stirred And then I quickly inferred I was going the wrong way, without a doubt

Lovely puzzle. Enjoyed it a lot It wasn’t too hard to grapple And it was juicy as Snapple I’m happy to tell It was really swell And sweet as an apple Swathi

For someone who knows nothing about skiing, I still finished the puzzle without figuring out the theme and I found it to be quite enjoyable. I had to check with the notes to find out what I exactly I had solved. At times I felt like a total dope Not knowing how to cope Like being up the creek without a paddle Or riding bareback without a saddle Never realised I was skiing on a slippery slope

The rebus almost had me beat Then it turned out to so sweet I did a double take After that lucky “break” And it was all easy street

The puzzle was tailor-made A credit to the setter trade A little treasure Made to measure Bespoke and top grade

All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two. This Double O seven was pure heaven. Swathi

Loved today’s puzzle, especially the themed clues. I especially liked the clueing, no arcane words or proper nouns. I look forward to more such puzzles

For a news fiend like me, the puzzle was a delight. However the clues around the best headline (NY Post 1983) were too arcane for me to get to it. Swathi

My friend’s comment about my comment. Shwathi, nice comment. I wash shurprised that you didn’t shay “shweet dishtraction”. Shorry, I can hear you all asking me to shush 🤣 🤫🤐.

Constructed with “Wile” and guile The puzzle made me smile The anvil and the bent ear Recalled a cartoon so dear I enjoyed as a little “chile”

As Mr Ross misquoteth the Bard He catcheth the pedant off-guard He dare not scowl And call it foul As it bringeth a smile even to the die-hard