Uncoupled
There is no rhyme for orange,
Excepting for Blorenge,
But who on Earth’s ever
Heard owt about Blorenge ?
There is no rhyme for love,
Except glove and above,
But then those come up never
When talking ’bout love.
There is no rhyme for life
Which is not knife or wife,
And they sound so cliché,
So there’s no rhyme for life.
And the one rhyme for self
Should be left on the shelf !
So it’s better, we say,
Just to rhyme with itself.
