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ReplyDeleteToday’s Jumble haiku:
(There are some mammals that cannot hide, that saturate their hides with their own urine and use the odor to mark proprietary space. This frightens some foes away and identifies the territory for their own kind.
Among weasel-like Tyras, each scent is unique. Thus, these reticent critters need not show themselves. Knowing which is nearby is…)
“Easy to Fathom!”
Bitter aromas
inform noses shyly of
peed-on Tyra pelts!
~ OMK
27 SEP ‘23
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As an usher at St. John’s, I’ve walked many a mile.
I often meet parishioners in the central aisle.
And no matter how I’m feeling, I’ll greet you with a “….. .”
~ OMK
Have you lost yours? Have mine!
ReplyDeleteReally, I can share it just fine!
It often lasts miles,
Innocent as a child's,
Adorning faces with a happy line!
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Orijinz:
ReplyDeleteWe ain't got bologna, Sam.
Maybe peanut butter and jam?
"I'm Sam-I-am,
I eat green ham,
Anything else is a feloney, Ma'am!"
(Sic)
I'm sure "peed-on tyra pelts" must be a pun, but i just don't get it.
ReplyDeleteAfraid not, Owen!
ReplyDeleteI’m guilty of a misspelling. It should be tayra.
It is in the weasel family, and it pees on itself, as featured in Dr. Oakley’s docu-vet series.
~ OMK
FLN - I didn’t get back to comment last evening.
ReplyDeleteOMK- Bananas Foster would be yummy too. Tiramisu was the Orijinz word yesterday which dictated my choice of desserts.
Owen- thanks for explaining the numbers. Misty was taking your poem literally. Your Danielle poem was a delight. I think your basketball terms are ok. And I liked the imagery of being presented with the shorn net.
The ChatGPT poem is funny, but seems a little too contrived - like it was written by a student trying to complete an assignment in a hurry without any real effort.
Misty- your Gail was an interesting writer trying to present both sides of the question. I loved the line “ Her prose did swish, and often rolled”. Congrats on her success.
I was at the playground before I decided to “Be Happy”.
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"Dismal Day"
ReplyDeleteShyly Betty was a babysitter
who was cheerful, kind, and never bitter.
One day the news did her sadly inform
that she would be caring for kids
in a terrible storm.
The danger made her nervous and numb
but she did all needed preps fathom.
When it was over she baked the kids a pie
whose aroma made them happy and cry.
It had not been easy to survive
but Betty and the kids did manage to thrive.
Owen - 21 seconds for the Originz today , because I used the other spelling that you had in your first line. LOL re “feloney “
ReplyDeleteMisty should have no problem with the Wordle today.
Fees to Have’m
ReplyDeleteThis Notice is to inform you
That a bitter view is taboo.
Display a smile, broadly or shyly;
Being surly is baloney,
The aroma of which is quite foul.
Fines will be levied to those with scowls.
OMK - what an odoriferous haiku. No Spooner for that title- it was a hard one to work with. I’m not sure that the noses are informed shyly, but that was what you had to work with.
ReplyDeleteMisty gives us Betty, ably prepping for and guiding her charges through a storm . . . and then baking a pie no less! Hopefully, that pie will keep the kids from having PTSD. After all, a good cry and a piece of pie can cheer up anyone after a storm.
CanadianEh! ~ I agree. The noses of the peeing tayras may not be adverbally shy. But the stranger tayras, also reticent in manner, are saved from bold confrontation by relying on odor rather than sight.
ReplyDeleteHence, they’re allowed to be shyly informed.
(Did I torture that backstory sufficiently?)
Cool title! I like how your poem dictates happy looks. What good is an authoritarian state unless it authorizes joy?—or at least the semblance of same!
We have enough “bitter view” in democracy. People are allowed to be just too damned miserable.
And if fines don’t work, I say Shoot ‘em. We got no time for sad sacks here!
Whoops, Misty! I mistakenly read (on my first time through) your 8th line as “…she baked the kids IN a pie.”
It gave a different meaning to the whole piece.
I wonder why my subverting brain chose that reading.
Going through it again, I see that Betty was a wonderful gal, resourceful & nurturing.
She would NEVER give in to such a dire impulse.
Not ever!
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I liked your St. John's usher verse, but am totally stumped what a Tyra pelt is in your haiku. Looked it up and saw Tyra belts (whatever they are), but pelts?
ReplyDeleteAnd am so glad that I didn't mis-type my 8th line to turn it into a horrible verse.
After all this, lets end our conversation with a fun Wordle:
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Thanks for giving us such a helpful clue.
Owen, I loved your "Sam I am" verse--a total pleasure. And thanks for getting OMK to explain 'tayra" to us. Never heard of that one either, but looked the critter up.
ReplyDeleteCanadianEh!, I can't believe you worked all four Jumble words into your six line verse, but was sorry not to see the J solution. Then I got it: it was in your crazy title! Lots of fun.
And thank you so much for your kind comments on Betty.
Misty ~You apparently missed my apology to Owen.
ReplyDeleteI misspelled the critter in my piece. It is “tayra,” a member of the weasel family, indigenous to the Americas.
They are known to pee on themselves.
~ OMK
I did see your tayra explanation, OMK, and much appreciated it. Thank you for that too.
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