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Todayโs Jumble haiku :
โTry (this) Soonโ
My nuzzling moment
is like a drug: my method
of hunching a hug.
~ OMK
Every parent wants the best for their child, but sometimes just being close to them can help.
โHoon - Australian and New Zealand informal - a hooliganโ
Nigh Hoon
I had a hunch
That meeting for lunch
Would not be a good moment.
The grillโs marvellous scent
Made my stomach crave food;
My method of tough love came unglued.
Thus, minus my motivation
My wayward son was spared the oration.
OMK- I searched for that third M word for a long time, before the light dawned. Great encryption.
Your hugging approach is probably better than my tough love.
Great work WC, to go from nothing to the Wordle in three.
"Dating"
In that moment at high noon
he heard her singing a lovely tune.
He immediately had a hunch
that he should ask her out to lunch.
His method was minus any punch,
and the next day they enjoyed a brunch.
Glad you found the "M" word, CEh!
Filling in the blanks, I understand your poem to be a parent speaking of an intended scolding of her "hoon" son at a luncheon meeting, said luncheon going off the rails when her appetite gets the better of her.
You remind me of past lunchtime business meetings of my own, at which the agenda usually killed any enjoyment of the meal.
One such meeting returns to haunt me. My superior had been instructed by the board to get me in line. Over the soup course he told me of his days as a prisoner in a Nazi POW camp. This was his clever way of reminding me that there were worse orders to be followed than his to me.
Misty ~ I too enjoyed Owen's second poem yesterday--the one "written" by A.I. It brings into question what we may recognize as poetry.
I found the piece quite haunting. I have a long theory about it, but I will spare you.
Your poem today is both compact and mysterious. Wonderfully so. You say a great deal in one couplet and a rhyming quatrain.
Put a star by this one.
~ OMK
If spelunking is your rave,
Turning right into a cave,
Or maybe left,
Could be a test
Of how you manage to be brave.
Always enjoy your haiku, Ol Man Keith, this one again with a clever Jumble-like title.
You also got three of the J words into your terse verse, but remind me if I missed finding the minus I found minus?
Your J-based title today is delightfully silly today and made me laugh, and I have a hunch you and your son enjoyed a great lunch, CanadianEh!.
Owen, your verse makes me curious about spelunking something I've never done. But then I never craved to visit a cave. Fun verse, many thanks.
Owen ~ Like Misty, I never needed to cave!
Never craved a graveโฆ
But Misty, donโt you read our colleaguesโ posts?
In CEhโs third message (above), she tells that she decoded my โMโ word. And I acknowledged her success in the first line of my long post!
Just read the first part of my first line aloud.
~ OMK
Owen- you hid the Wordle well. Iโm with Misty and OMK in not wanting to go spelunking.
Misty- I too liked your rhyme scheme. That fellow is taking her to lunch and then brunch. Perhaps the way to a womanโs heart is through her stomach!?
OMK- yes, you interpreted my poem correctly, but it is true that the opposite usually occurs. Your memory of luncheon meetings where the meal was not enjoyed because of the agenda to be discussed is more familiar. And certainly a discussion of a Nazi POW camp over a meal would destroy any appetite. Did that method โbring you into lineโ?
(Fortunately my two sons are not โhoonsโ and I never had to use tough love.)
Can't believe I missed the first M word in your haiku, OMK. Now I finally have a hunch about what 'nuzzling' is doing in your verse. Thanks for having me go back and look at it again more carefully. Yep, you got all four J words and the solution, after all!
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