Quotes About Rhyme

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

Each month is gay, Each season nice, When eating Chicken soup With rice

Oodles of noodles help blue poodles mit der strudel.

I found out when I went away from Wythorpe the first time in November--remember? How nice it is to rhyme, I must do it all the time.

Pupils had to create a rhyme for today's lesson. When it's his turn, Gilbert goes: "I was in the pond behind the hillocks and I had water up to my knees!" Teacher:"Interesting Gilbert, but that doesn't rhyme!" Gilbert:"I know it doesn't and I'm sorry Mrs Walter, but it's not my fault if there wasn't enough water!"

A whole bunch of 'ayes' and a whole bunch of 'yeahs.' That's it. That's all I do. I say yeah. I tell myself that I'm not gon' go over 80. I say, like, 79 yeahs, and it works. We what you call mumble rappers. So you say 'yeah' after everything and make it rhyme no matter what it is.

Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, catch a killer by the toe. If his lawyer's Haller, let him go. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe. Hey bro.

I knew I had a sharper mind than most others and I had a sense of rhyme. One didn't even need to sing melodies. It felt like the perfect way to make my way out of the gutter.

When you're making a singular pop song, you don't really need any subject matter. You just sort of say, "Uh, I love you." And then you try to figure out some rhyme for that, and there never is one.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

History says, don't hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of Justice can rise up. And hope and history rhyme.

Sovegna vos. Here are the years that walk between, bearing Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing White light folded, sheathed about her, folded. The new years walk, restoring Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem The time. Redeem The unread vision in the higher dream While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

Ah, Valentine's Day. This Author personally detests the holiday. A girl must take the measure of her worth by the number of cards and bouquets she receives, and a young man is forced to spew poetry as if anyone actually spoke in rhyme. It's a wonder the holiday hasn't been

I have frequently seen a poet withdraw, having enjoyed the most valuable part of a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got a few wild apples only. Why, the owner does not know it for many years when a poet has put his farm in rhyme, the most admirable kind of invisible fence, has fairly impounded it, milked it, skimmed it, and got all the cream, and left the farmer only the skimmed milk.

My love flew over the boundary of time with incredible beauty and notorious rhyme.

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

If skills sold truth be told I'd probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I want to rhyme like Common Sense (But I did five Mil) I ain't been rhyming like Common since.

Early on I was a fan of Grandmaster Caz of the Cold Crush Brothers. I liked the way that he used a bunch of words to rhyme together in one line. And I picked up sarcasm by watching the older cats at the barbershop. They were just out there talking and saying slick lines to one another. I also got inspiration from Smokey Robinson.

The earliest English attempts at rhyming probably included words whose agreement is so slight that it deserves the name of mere 'assonance' rather than that of actual rhyme.

My whole life, I heard, 'Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg.' It's all I heard throughout elementary school.

I love books that rhyme. And I love books that are clever and have little lines in them that are meant to amuse the parents who will no doubt be reading the book over and over and over again.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

they wore their hair long like a poet who hopes that romantically flowing locks will make up for a wretched inability to find a rhyme for "daffodil.

Now we sing dis stupid song! Sing it as we run along! Why we sing dis we don't know! We can't make der words rhyme prop'ly!