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Today’s Jumble haiku :
(Kissing under mistletoe and miracle cures from Holly, these were enough to draw some to experiment. While not a cure for Covid, a syringe of the latter’s juice might offer good things. Rumor has it, however, that the gods do not like it if one shows any sign of pain.
Siamese stoics know how to mask pain. Learn from them to hide symptoms by adopting mild swear words…)
“Thai ‘Heck’!”
Don’t bare your teeth when
injecting Holly juice, for
Zeus may send hiccups.
~ OMK
FLN, Misty ~ There’s no contradiction in my posting a poem when taking the day off.
Yes, I compose a fresh poem. But what I am not doing is embedding six new J-words.
That is what frees me for the day…
not having to accept dictation for my composition!
~ OMK
"Polly wanna cracker. Polly wanna a drink."
That damn bird is making it hard for me to think!
It didn't like my saltine,
It didn't like my caffeine,
And so to shut the bugger up, I filled Polly full of ink!
And, as my dear departed Great Aunt Clara used to say,
“Ink, Pink, It stink!”
~ OMK
Tom was a doctor, his diploma said.
But he was sorely lacking beside a bed.
He could not put patents at ease,
Keep them hopeful about their disease.
He tried to inject humor to his diagnoses,
But surgery anecdotes did not please.
Getting hiccups while holding a heart,
The tendency of corpses to continue to fart.
The patient who decorated home with holly,
To find it was poison ivy, by golly!
His nurses learned to grit their teeth.
To discontinue his jokes they did entreat.
Automation has come to his relief.
Techs explain now. His hellos are brief.
Do you know the proper etiquette for drinking English Tea?
Wordle 625 3/6*
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(Last minute instructions for a Christmas outing to the Prince of Wales in Niagara-on-the-Lake for)
High Tea
You may be feeling jolly
With mistletoe and holly.
But don’t inject new techniques
Into a centuries’ old tradition.
Hold the exotic cup with pinky tweaked;
Being dainty is your mission.
Keep the cucumber slices out of your teeth.
"Pet Project"
With joy, Holly did hiccup
when she was given a pup.
But the critter soon gave her grief
when he bit her with his teeth.
Still, she refused to reject him
and decided to protect him
by having her vet inject him
with some anti-rabies tech
shot into his neck.
She now was able to say Hi,
and give her pup a kiss,
and tell him she did him miss.
OMK- impressive back story to get your title Spooner to work! I smiled at your off-label cure and side-effects .
Owen- Polly the parrot was another smile for my day. You make us work to fill Polly with ink to get the W. Brilliant!
And your J word creation was great and funny also (and Dr Tom is actually not a huge stretch if the imagination). Yes, surgeons tend not to have great bedside manners. I chalk it up to the fact that their patients are usually sedated, they tend to have more abrupt personalities with more terse dialogue (“scalpel!”j, and the demanding nature of their job (which does often result in a wry sense of humour to cope). I have always given them some leniency, since I can forgive some lack of bedside manner if I need a special skill and proficiency in my surgeon.
Ah, Misty posted before I refreshed.
And she used all the J words, changing one to the name of her protagonist, another to a greeting, Nice work.
And what an interesting rhyme scheme today, especially the “-ect him” repetition.
The rabies injection for her pet sounds better than OMK’s Holly juice!
Excellent advice, CanadianEh, on the proper way to guzzle one’s tea!
To turn daintiness into a life mission, that’s a major accomplishment, and a hallmark of first world traditionalism.
(I’ve heard, in some 3rd world nations, they’ll actually use two hands to grasp their tea!)
So, tweak that pinky out!
How brave of Misty’s Holly to accept her critter’s bites,
so long as they won’t infect her with rabies!
She is one tolerant pet-whisperer:
“I think you’ve bitten the left side enough now, dearie, let’s add more on the right.”
What’s more important is the variety of Misty’s rhyme scheme, with every end word matched (except “Hi,” which may be waiting for her next poem).
The switching of format between stanzas keeps readers on their toes.
Owen’s contribution is perfectly in key. Both rhyme and rhythm are well rationed.
His poor doctor (“poor” in both directions) must be truly thankful for the arrival of AI robotics,
as he can leave all that “bedside manner” hoopla to his very own HAL 9000.
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, Thank you for explaining your Monday non-Jumble verses to me--still delighted to be getting them. But your haiku convinces me not to drink Holly juice.
Owen, tsk, tsk, nasty Polly verse. And I will sure as hell not let doctor Tom treat me for anything. Thanks for giving us this chance to avoid him.
CanadianEh! your advice is much better than that of others this morning, nice to get your cheerful verse.
Now we just need Wilbur to check in with us, and we'll be off to a good start for the week! Thanks, everybody.
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