We all know that you can’t rhyme “silver”
but think for a moment of cousin Wilbur
who said the same is true for “orange”
before he left us all to forage
for the laces green and purple
of his Myrtle’s Playtex girdle.
Rhyming silver made me shiver;
rhyming orange paid my mortgage;
purple stunned a turquoise turtle.
*based on the urban myth that there is no word in the English language that rhymes with purple or silver or orange. And I wish any of those rhymes paid my mortgage—but them’s the breaks for a poet.
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I myself do not go for such clash and jingle. This hudibrastic verse of clownery strained to the point of breaking, jangles like the ” brassy bells of Hades”. Shall I?
While the storm blocks the drive on this silver honica,
I watch the snow fill the window sill. Veronica
hands me an orange L shaped boot.
Am I man or angel in cahoots
with cold and cruel winter’s purple hood?
One drop of dark’s curtain per day per pull should
leave me eternally heaving this snow
in this cold shadey season’s blistering blow
Nice exercise of two-word variations on the theme, G.
Sorry mom but Biggus doesn’t rhyme with Silver Honica.
Okay the rhymes were more than one word matches, but my ears are still ringing, really.