Rhyming is annoying.

[kelel01 1]

I don't know why, but rhyming irks the shit out of me, particularly in any kind of AABB or ABAB format (as opposed to ABAC). And if you use the same word in order to rhyme (like ending both lines with "day" or something), that's even more irritating.

I think I like things (other than human features) to be asymmetrical. Or something.

Does rhyming irritate anyone else?

[briguy 0]

does rap 'music' count? cause that annoys me.

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[skydemon2 0]

I cannot glean what you mean
what is it about rhyming that makes you uptight enough to fight?
someday you will understand the words I say
Until that day comes to pass I hope you dont think I am to much of a ass!

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone!

I like to start my day off with a little Ray of Soulshine™!!

[lawrocket 3]

I suspect we'll see plenty of people rhyming their responses.

My wife is hotter than your wife.

[GTAVercetti 0]

I like symmetry myself. And like most other things, I think rhyming has its place and time.

Why yes, my license number is a palindrome. Thank you for noticing.

[Bolas 5]

You don't like rhyme?
Just right now or all the time?
Maybe if I go get an Orange
I can change... CRAP!!!

Stupidity if left untreated is self-correcting
If ya can't be good, look good, if that fails, make 'em laugh.

[DJL 235]

No more RHYMING and I MEAN IT!!!

"I encourage all awesome dangerous behavior." - Jeffro Fincher

[turtlespeed 221]

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No more RHYMING and I MEAN IT!!!

What do you mean - Jelly Bean?

I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama
BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun

[yardhippie 0]

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No more RHYMING and I MEAN IT!!!

What do you mean - Jelly Bean?

if you dont stop it now she might have a cow!

Goddam dirty hippies piss me off! ~GFD
"What do I get for closing your rig?" ~ me
"Anything you want." ~ female skydiver
Mohoso Rodriguez #865

[kelel01 1]

I really hate uneven rhyming.

[GTAVercetti 0]

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No more RHYMING and I MEAN IT!!!

Anybody want a peanut?

Why yes, my license number is a palindrome. Thank you for noticing.

[missg8tordivr 0]

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No more RHYMING and I MEAN IT!!!

Does anybody want a Penut?

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F LORIDA!

[turtlespeed 221]

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No more RHYMING and I MEAN IT!!!

Does anybody want a Penut?

Or even some Tofu Butter to boot?

I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama
BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun

[rehmwa 2]

Radio DJs suck. It's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday - not Sundee, Mondee, Tuesdee

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Driving is a one dimensional activity - a monkey can do it - being proud of your driving abilities is like being proud of being able to put on pants

[chaoskitty 0]

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop.

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go

[shropshire 0]

Silver,
Orange,
Purple,
Month,

Rhyme them you Muvas

(.)Y(.)
Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[Thunderbow 1]

How would the charmed ones vanquish demons without rhymes?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Lord, let me be the person my dog thinks I am.

[DJL 235]

Gotta make the words dance big daddy!!!


My hands shivered aching, wiping silver
lines obscuring her eyes of this non-believer
staring from under my sad orange
locks. Stalling for time to scavenge
a thought before my face ‘came purple
choking on goodbye I slurped the
offending tongue into place for this once
to tell her I would die in two months.

"I encourage all awesome dangerous behavior." - Jeffro Fincher

[freeflir29 0]

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Does rhyming irritate anyone else?

Yes!

[Lindsey 0]

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I don't know why, but rhyming irks the shit out of me, particularly in any kind of AABB or ABAB format (as opposed to ABAC). And if you use the same word in order to rhyme (like ending both lines with "day" or something), that's even more irritating.

I think I like things (other than human features) to be asymmetrical. Or something.

Does rhyming irritate anyone else?

It's just the withdrawal catching up with you....lol.

linz

--
A conservative is just a liberal who's been mugged. A liberal is just a conservative who's been to jail

[Buried 0]

i think you need another hobby....

Where is my fizzy-lifting drink?

[kelel01 1]

I think YOU need another hobby. So there.

Yeah, hurts, doesn't it?

[Gene03 0]

Speakin' in ryhme,
once a mental aberration.
Now's a phenomena
sweeping 'cross our nation.

“The only fool bigger than the person who knows it all is the person who argues with him.

Stanislaw Jerzy Lec quotes (Polish writer, poet and satirist 1906-1966)

[MikeJD 0]

Rhyming's annoying when it sounds forced.

Song lyrics are annoying when they trot out the same old nonsense just because they have to rhyme (baby, crazy, lady). Actually that scores double annoyance points because they're not even full rhymes.

Oh, and when people use stupid syntax for the sake of a rhyme: 'Out she walked into the snow, towards the forest she did go'. Huh?

Maybe we should compile a list of songs for Kelly that have no rhymes. REM's Losing My Religion comes to mind...

[GTAVercetti 0]

How can rhyming be all bad when it aids to the production of this?

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Why yes, my license number is a palindrome. Thank you for noticing.