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Today’s Jumble haiku:
Were these the last words of Princess Di’s driver
to those daredevil photographer-bikers?
(Screaming his head off, he)
“Erupted, Off Key…”
(Unfit cameramen
stretched out prone.) “SOD OFF!” he yelled,
and raised a big stench!
~ OMK
Wordle 462 Hint: Verb, noun, & adjective, one syllable; to irritate, or a homophone for what unites Britain.
Par = 3
Wordle 462 1/6
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
~ OMK
I missed entering the most common letter!
Wordle 462 X/6*
🟨⬜⬜🟨⬜
⬜🟨🟨🟨🟩
🟩⬜🟩🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬜🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬜🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬜🟩
Shoulda Stuck to Tea
The camera caught the incident,
In her cups as she went.
After a night of bar-hopping,
She was unfit to be window-shopping,
The grate caught her heel,
And prone she did keel,
Into the stench of the garbage bin
Amid the empty bottles of gin.
OMK- such unhappy memories of the sad end of Diana’s life.
But my verse is not any happier today. I certainly hope that my She is not Lois!
"Maid Re-paid"
They thought the maid was unfit
and wanted her to quit.
To waste lots of time she was prone,
like spending hours on the phone.
But one day there was a horrible stench
which the maid managed to quench.
To reward her they gave her a camera
which made her many "thank yous" stammer.
Now their friendship is much more free
and they daily share a cup of tea.
I take it the CCTV imagery is not clear enough for facial recognition.
Whoever your "She" is, CEh! hers is a sad, sad, ending. Still, it seems an appropriate one, literally and metaphorically finishing among the dumped empties.
Misty, your "maid" surely lucked out. I gather her employing family have very sensitive noses--or else that smell was truly horrific.
I wonder what on earth could have been the source...?
Hmmmm.
You don't suppose she arranged it herself, do you? Its mysterious nature certainly arouses suspicions.
My morning haiku is prompted by my memory of those photographers who ride on backs of motorcycles. We have seen them all stretched out flat as they try to get the perfect angle through a fast car's windows.
They look like daredevils as they create traffic danger on all sides.
~ OMK
, your questions always remind me of the different ways that the poetic pressure of rhyming words that I feel, causes my verses to run counter to your understandable quest for narrative logic. If I didn't have to rhyme the nasty word "stench" I wouldn't have made the maid quench it, and, of course, I have no idea what caused the stench.
If we had an e-mail for the Jumble creator I could have asked him or her to give me a source for that stench and then made my verse a bit clearer and more logical. But let's just assume that some large wildlife ended up dead in the basement (no, the maid didn't kill it) and no-one went down there for some weeks until the stench got bad enough that the maid checked it out and got rid of it. Now wouldn't that deserve a shared cup of tea? But a camera? Hardly.
Ah Misty, your backstory to that stench is quite imaginative.
Yes, sometimes it is quite a feat to combine all the words we are given into a logical story or verse. I don’t always manage to get rhyming words. You are a pro at that.
Please WC, tell me that my She is not Lois!
I hate that my old-fashioned training keeps nagging at me (& therefore you, Misty), for narrative logic.
I really do.
Because now your answer—the putrefying flesh of “some large wildlife”—makes its own demand, needing, nay, craving to know how a lone female managed to both rid the basement of a huge carcass and eradicate such an odor!
How on earth could she do that?!
~ OMK
Why don't you ask her, the next time you run into her, Ol' Man Keith? I bet she'd be delighted to tell you!
Good point, Misty!
When will she be appearing next?
~ OMK
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