Category: WOTD – Haiku
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As with some words saying this word is more complicated than the definition of the word. However, its use on maps is legendary.
Not complicated,Marked on my treasure map,It’s decussated. “Could be the King’s “X”,Or maybe buried treasure,The spot has been marked. “ This word sure seems fun,I would like to use it more,A smarty-pants word. “In old-time comics,To indicate a dead man,Decussated eyes. “
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There is such opportunity for this word. Breaking it down makes it sound exactly like what it isn’t
Clumsy lumberjack,Scheduled debridement,Keeps his knees working. “Cutting and scraping,Removal of the useless,Makes the good better. “
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Think of a raging rushing River slowing down and spreading out in a great Delta just before it flows to the sea. Think of coming in after being out in the cold and warming up in unrestrained clothes.
Dad bod removes belt,He debouches on the couch,Call him Al Bundy. “Whether twelve-bar blues,Or minor pentatonic,Both good guitar jams. “
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Let’s see, straw hat check, tree check, afternoon check nap.
String tied to the toe,Prefer dapping over work,Call me Tom Sawyer.
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It’s got to be a religion. So much fun.
Could this be a thing,Cowboy church of Daltonism, Thanks for no green cows.
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The same goes for a nice high VO2 max. Also being tall to play pro basketball. Skin, broad shoulders, eye color …
For leiotrichous,To become cymotrichous,Pick your parents well.
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I’m reminded of a punchline, I need the joke to go with it still. Depends on how dense they are.
If trees are too dense,Educate them with this tool,The cuneal book. “The oaks are too tall,The maples formed a union,Forest at ill ease. “
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Also, I want to make a ‘tator’ list. I bet it would be funny. I’ll make that endeavor a resolution for next year.
When I find some time,Then call me a cunctator,I will join later.
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How rare to find a word that is easy to say. That it’s less of itself than a cumbersome word.
An elegant word,Not a cumbrous meta bone,Unlike this haiku. “On a haiku high,Seemingly drifting away,No bones about it. “
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So far, it’s still cold enough in these parts to make this true.
Not a care given,To culicine and their kin,A gift from Winter. “Freedom from the itch,And the nagging high pitched whine,But oh to be warm. “ Never without pain,You can choose your discomfort,And dress as needed. “Yeah, so my wife says,Yet clad in many layers,Warmth still eludes me. “
Two Old Men 