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Tuesday, April 12, 2022

12 Apr. 2022

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|Smiley face| _yield, hurry, iguana, hyphen, "hire" and "hire".
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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.

12 comments:

Sandyanon said...

I just don't get how the "pun"ny meaning of this makes any sense.

The thing is, I am really tuned in to the structure of the English language. Oh well.

OwenKL said...

It's been a cold winter in Florida,
It can cause the blood to freeze.
At least in the cold-blooded iguana,
Which then are falling out of trees!

This is causing some consternation
Among people just strolling below,
Being pelted by lizards in hibernation,
Yielding to them, in the foreign snow!

Theme parks have hired extras, their actions:
To shake the "high friends" out of trees,
So that guests can hurry to attractions
Without reptiles falling at each breeze!

OwenKL said...

The first part of my poem is real! The extra workers are pure speculation.

Sandy, I think this is a decent pun, based on a homophone of "higher".

Ol' Man Keith said...


Today’s haiku is written
from the POV of the Geico mascot’s
marketable talents:

Hired to Hurry & Scurry

Iguana-(hyphen)-
geckos yield to none, speaking
cockney while basking.
~ OMK

Sandyanon said...

Owen, my quibble is that the homophone isn't an adjective, so substituting it into that sentence is meaningless. Yes, quibble, but it bothers me.

Misty said...

"Career Fear"

Sadly, Ingrid was fired
along with the iguana she'd acquired.
This gave her some worry
and made her hurry
to find a new field
with a decent income yield.

This hyphen in her career
made her no longer fear
the danger of getting fired
since she would always get hired and re-hired.

Ol' Man Keith said...

Seems like Ingrid’s hyphenated profession, whatever that may be, Misty, is much in demand.
Glad she needn’t have worried—and can afford to keep her iguana in the style to which it’s accustomed!

Owen ~ Enjoyed your description of the iguana-raining plague. Your speculation makes sense to me.
Florida iguanas seem much fonder of trees than the ones we met in the Galapagos—where they are much more earth-bound, earthy.
Many paths there are carpeted with those sweet-‘n-ugly critters.
I don’t recall seeing any in trees, but that may be because we were constantly watching our feet.

Sandy ~ I understand your objection. Maybe the only way for it to make sense would be for the set-up to pose overlapping questions.
Would something like this do?
“In what direction does the employment rate go, when the only tactic used by bosses with job-seekers is to…?”
~ OMK

Misty said...

Thank you for your kind comment, Ol' Man Keith. Nice to see all the Jumble words in your brief verse. So, how where were your geckos basking while they were learning to speak cockney?

Owen, sorry to learn that the Florida iguanas are having to survive such an unusually cold winter there. Hope they survive!

Sandyanon said...

OMK, that would make both meanings fit, for sure.

Ol' Man Keith said...

Heheheh, Misty, I believe the iguana-geckos are happy living their trans lives. They have developed a sort of "classroom" on one of the sunniest rocky outcroppings, suspended above the blue waters. (They are a marine species.)

In a collaborative program, the British and Ecuadoran governments pay to airlift Cockney lizards all the way from the UK's Ascension Island (the "Atlantic Galapagos") for year-long visitations to teach their Pacific cousins the proper accent.
Because this international contact compromises their environmental "purity," the Cockney Corps teachers are then retired to a separate, but quite luxurious habitat reserved for them on St. Helena.
Each is supplied a diet of worms, spiders, beetles, and flies. Once a month, a shipment of helpless baby birds is flown in for their delectation.

(And it is whispered that, as each lizard expires, he is guaranteed 72 houries--on Paradise Island, in the Bahamas.)
~ OMK

Misty said...

Very interesting story about the lizards, OMK--thank you very much for posting it.

I have a meeting to attend on Zoom at 10am tomorrow, so I may not have time to compose a Jumble rhyme tomorrow. But I will still do my best to check in in the afternoon.

Sandyanon said...

OMK, you really should write fantasy fiction - short stories or even novels. I bet you could sell them!