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Today’s Jumble haiku:
(In emergency response care, try to do things the right way, not offer clever expedients to show off your improv skills.)
“Artisan Tricks?”
Wispy splints are not
worth doing. To await pins
may cause shrunken limbs.
~ OMK
Spartan Hips
The wispy material ripped
As he leapt in the gym.
It had shrunk in the dryer
(and attracted crisp lint).
He awaited a robe
(and a diet coach).
OMK- great advice for EMTs. We had “shrunken limbs” vs. Material that had shrunk. Amazing the different ways to go with that title also.
WC- I had the some key letters already eliminated or I would have required a fourth guess like you.
My first guess got me nada but left me with an A and E to use on #2.
Re. #1... I just happened to see the word. I enjoy different starters hence different solve journeys and some brainwork
WC
Wordle 12 Jan. ‘23
Par = 4?
Wordle 572 3/6
🟨⬜⬜🟨⬜
🟨⬜🟩⬜🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
…for joy?
~ OMK
"Couple Coup"
A month after their first date
the couple made cookies that were crispy,
so they decided not to await
a proposal they both found wispy.
While on their honeymoon stint
the fellow fell off his bunk
and his leg was put in a splint--
he had been drunk and his credit shrunk.
But the partisans aligned their ships,
made peace, and kissed each other's lips.
I have to say, Misty, that cookie recipe is the strangest cause you have yet offered as a trigger for marriage!
But what the heck! Anything for a happy ending—right?
Your final couplet is a wonderful stand-alone finale. I love it!
~ OMK
Misty- what a hilarious poem you have given us today. Thanks for the humour.
The mental images evoked are wonderfully comic- crispy cookies leading to an early marriage, then the groom falling out of a bunk (where was the bride? Did their honeymoon room not have a king size bed?) while drunk, no less!
But it ended happily ever after with a kiss, so who can fault them. LOL!
I agree with OMK about that final couplet - “the partisans aligned their ships” is great imagery.
Speaking of hilarity, CEh! ~ Your poem gave me a laugh-out-loud start to my day!
The title is noble. It made me wonder where we were heading. When I found out, I had to put my iPad down and wipe my eyes.
Tears of joy had leapt from my ducts!
~ OMK
I had to come here for the riddle-solution but needed to go no further than OMK 's haiku spoon.
Great imagination C-eh especially with "crispy lint"
Maybe army bases are renting enlisted quarters for bargain honeymoons, hence bunk beds for Misty's odd couple who like their cookies crisp.
We had a Redsox named Coco Crisp
WC
I finally found Pepperidge Farm cookies at near bogo price but no Sausalito. So I got the thin CRISP
Thank you all for your delightful comments on my silly verse. My verses are always dictated by the Jumble words, and on some days--like today--they just don't go together (await, wispy, splint, shrunk, and partisan ships). What possible story can words like this suggest? So thank you for enjoying my totally crazy offering today.
And yours were all even better! Loved your "Artisan Tricks" title riff, Ol' Man Keith, and your "Spartan Hips" totally cracked me up, CanadianEh!.
And then we all received your gracious comments, Wilbur, which were a final pleasure. A delightful Jumble day, all -around.
Misty ~ We ALL find our verses “dictated” by the J-words. There’s nothing special in that.
What makes them different is what already resides in each of us. In other words, YOU make your own unique message, NOT the words, no matter how much it may feel that way.
Time to own it.
This is YOUR genius.
If you disagree with the message of a poem, you need not publish it. Right?
And if you want to change it, just revise or start over. I’ve done that any number of times—and so can you.
~ OMK
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