how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Rhymeless songs.
On my drive to the dress rehearsal for tomorrow's bell concert, sometime between thinking it would be awesome to have a bumper sticker that said "Roosevelt/Fairbanks in '04!"1 and wondering whether if I was supposed to be at the church where we usually rehearse (which I was heading to) or the church where we are playing tomorrow (which I should have been heading to), I was considering Andrew's rhymelog (specifically this), and how much easier it it would be to write rhyming poems if they did not have to rhyme, and how it's strange how there are very few songs that don't rhyme, and only marginally more songs that only rhyme once or twice, and so now I am coming up with a list of cool songs that don't rhyme, or don't rhyme very much, and although you will never best this one, I would still like to see your suggestions.
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1 I knew Roosevelt before looking it up; of course, I didn't know Fairbanks.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.