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Saturday, May 05, 2007

Rhymes For Poems About Anxiety

Set your minds at disease. As a public service, I would like to offer several rhymes for use by poets who are writing about anxiety, or anxious poets (either way is good).

nice
twice
vice

fun
un

sexy
apoplexy

frolic
melancholic

Pepsi
Fred Schiepsi
epilepsy

fallopia
dystopia

glad
sad
ad

mechanic
manic

leisure
displeasure

kahluan
U.N.

cinema foyer
paranoia

bed
dead

Korda
multiple personality disorder

rhymer
Alzheimer

or
bore

sun
shun

science fiction
addiction

r
schizophrenia

divorce
of course

No need to thank, happy to do it.

10 comments:

nailpolishblues said...

How thankful I am that I am not a poet and never need wrestle with such painful rhyme!

I've always been very find of nice/vice.

TimT said...

Yes, but when it gets into the grounds of 'sacrifice', 'slice', 'dice', and 'Beer at this venue is sold at an extravagantly expensive price', then you have cause for angst.

Don't know why I didn't mention it in the post, really.

alexis said...

Frankenstein
Sulphur mine

Goods and services tax
Tartan slacks

Fleas
Wheeze
Disease

Mosquito
Burrito

nailpolishblues said...

'Beer at this venue is sold at an extravagantly expensive price' is enough to make me hyperventilate and/or cry.
It also reminds me that beer prices have gone up yet again. Bastards. Soon I'll be too poor to get properly drunk.

alexis said...

But, strangely, against all principles of supply and demand, beer is currently cheaper than cauliflower. $7.95 a head at Coles, and you have to eat an awful lot to get even vaguely sozzled.

nailpolishblues said...

All the more reason for me to stick with the beer.

TimT said...

I hear they sell a good Victory Gin in the Dystopia Bar, Useful Idiot Lane in Carlton. Price is cheap: one soul. Perfect for your young aspiring existentialist writer!

TimT said...

That mosquito/burrito rhyme is enough to make even the poets most hardened to the ennui and nauseau of modern life shudder with horror. Dear God! The burrito! Good heavens! The mosquitos! Aaaaaaargh!

nailpolishblues said...

I've never been a fan of gin. Pity, it ruins all those fantasies about being a drunken member of the lower classes in Victorian England.

TimT said...

If only the whole world could be like Hogarth's Gin Lane.

Perhaps this is why gin became an upper class drink of choice in America - obviously they had designs on English decadence.

I like a bit of the old G & T, quite a snazzy beverage. Oh, alright, not really that second part, but I still don't mind it.

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