In 1967, in DeKalb v. DeSpain, a court (255 F.Supp. 655. N.D.Ill. 1966.) took a 4-line nursery rhyme used by a K-5 kindergarten class and declared the nursery rhyme unconstitutional. The court explained that although the word 'God' was not contained in this nursery rhyme, if someone were to hear the rhyme, he might think that it was talking about God - and that would be unconstitutional!
Basically, I'm going to take what you did, the bare-bones structure of what you were trying to do, how you were attacking the song, and attack it in pretty much the same way, just with more intensity to show you that you could've come harder. Like, I've been in situations where I've had to tell a cat how to rhyme his rhyme.
And now he is singing a bard's curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, nd upon all your relations.' Is he cursing in rhyme?' He is cursing in rhyme, and with two assonances in every line of his curse.' ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")
No Matter What No matter what the world claims, its wisdom always growing, so it's said, some things don't alter with time: the first kiss is a good example, and the flighty sweetness of rhyme. No matter what the world preaches spring unfolds in its appointed time, the violets open and the roses, snow in its hour builds its shining curves, there's the laughter of children at play, and the wholesome sweetness of rhyme. No matter what the world does, some things don't alter with time. The first kiss, the first death. The sorrowful sweetness of rhyme.
A glance at the history of European poetry is enough to inform us that rhyme itself is not indispensable. Latin poetry in the classical age had no use for it, and the kind of Latin poetry that does rhyme - as for instance the medieval 'Carmina Burana' - tends to be somewhat crude stuff in comparison with the classical verse that doesn't.
JUST CHECKIN' MY MICROPHONE ONCE AS I TEST YOUR AUDIO INCREASE THE BASS RESPONSE HOPIN' THE SPEAKERS BLOW I GOT NO TIME TO SIT AND FLIP AND POP BULLSHIT TURN UP YOUR STEREO HOPS, INSERT THE RHYME CLIP ROLL YOUR WINDOWS UP, MAKE SURE IT'S AIR TIGHT E.Q. THE TRACK EXACT SO SHIT SOUNDS RIGHT I RHYME OF DEATH AND DARKNESS AND DANGER YOUR CRIB OR CAR BECOMES A TORTURE CHAMBE
Just as in the second part of a verse bad poets seek a thought to fit their rhyme, so in the second half of their lives people tend to become more anxious about finding actions, positions, relationships that fit those of their earlier lives, so that everything harmonizes quite well on the surface: but their lives are no longer ruled by a strong thought, and instead, in its place, comes the intention of finding a rhyme.
[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme, ... as have also long since our best English tragedies, as... trivial and of no true musical delight; which [truly] consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory.
One of the first unanswerable questions I asked was when I was eight years old. Some cousins of mine always said a prayer before eating: God is kind, God is good, And we thank him For our food. At that time we always heard the children in Europe were starving, therefore we should not waste any food. Two questions arose in my mind. First, what I knew about poetry was that it had to rhyme, and 'food' and 'good' didn't rhyme, so I always said 'Fud' with a silent sneer, and made it rhyme. Second: I once asked my aunt if god is good and we thank him for our Fud, why are the kids in Europe starving? I asked her if the kids in Europe were all bad. I remember her saying, 'Be thankful that you have food, ' but, of course, she couldn't deal with the rest of it. I never accepted religion so I had nothing to reject as such. The history of 'Christiansanity' (my own coinage of which I am proud!) is so brutal of mind, emotions, freedom, progress, science, and all that I hold precious, that by any standards of justice its leaders in almost any given period would be incarcerated for life, or worse!
DON'T LET ME TELL YOU HOW TO SHINE KID GET ON THE BUS LIKE I DID, 20H MISS ROUND TRIP GET ON YO GRIND AND RHYME UNTIL YOU CAN'T SPIT JUST DON'T STOP, PRETEND YOU RAISED THE EYE LIDS YOUR BUSTER SCIENCE, TRUST ME IF YOU APPLY IT IT WORKS IT'S JUST FREE KNOWLEDGE FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH DESIGN YOU A LITTLE MIXTAPE, MAKE SURE YO SHIT IS FLAWED DO IT, NOW FORE YOU RUN OUT OF TIME SEE A LOT OF DUDES SICK WITH THE RHYME BUT INSTEAD OF HUSTLING THEY TALENT THEY JUST SIT AND THEY WHINE ME, I'M MADE FROM A DIFFERENT DESIGN FOR THE SHINE I JUST DO IT MAN AND I'LL NEVER LOOK BACK I'M A H-U-S-T-L-E-R, HUSTLER USED TO HUSTLE WORK AND NOW I HUSTLE PERCUSSION BASS LINES DRUMS, KEYBOARDS AND CUTS AND LIMITS THAT YOU COULD FAIL IN YO SOUL, I'M ON THE GO