Quotes About Rhymes

Sing, sing! What shall I sing?The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.

This little pig went to market;This little pig stayed home;This little pig had roast beef;This little pig had none;And this little pig cried, Wee, wee, wee!All the way home.

Little Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.

All day they hunted,And nothing did they find,But a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

As I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Each wife had seven sacks,Each sack had seven cats,Each cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,He learned to play when he was young.But all the tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away."

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John,He went to bed with his stockings on;One shoe off, one shoe on;Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell,Heigho! the derry oh, the farmer in the dell.

O do you know the muffin man,The muffin man, the muffin man,O do you know the muffin man,That lives in Drury Lane?

If there is a Busta Rhymes of musical theater, it probably is Mandy Patinkin.

I read poetry. My head filled with rhythms and rhymes. In my crystalline awareness I would often go and lie down under one of the giant oaks in the vast tranquillity of the nearby Arlington Cemetery, where I would watch the squirrels flying from branch to branch in the trees. I felt so serene. I felt so well. My soul grew happy in that cemetery. I wanted to stay all day.

Red all over the cupboard, mirth rhymes with birth, oh to die of laughter.

these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.

I love rap music.

I taught myself to read when I was three by comparing the letters in my Mother Goose book with the rhymes I had memorised.

To me hip-hop is a culture and I became an MC to be recognized as a dope lyricist. That's what I wanted to be recognized as. So when I'm writing rhymes I always take it very seriously.

Has it ever occurred to you,' he said, 'that the whole history of English poetry has been de-termined by the fact that the English language lacks rhymes?

He had dragged out from the corners of his memory some more fragments of forgotten rhymes.

I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.

The flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.

It was like how, when he read a poem to himself, the rhymes were neither sound nor silence. Unheard melodies in the mind's ear. The muted music of consciousness.

I'm a huge hip-hop fan from way back in the day.

I am concerned that there's a cavalier attitude to the Irish Peace Process. What poor memories some have; I remember only too well the bag searches, the bomb scares and deaths. As they say, history doesn't repeat itself, but it rhymes.