rhyming

Oh yeah, we can grow what you call corn (wheat'n'barley'n'such). What we call corn, I think, you might call maize. I guess we COULD grow it here, but we really don't get enough rain. Anyway, I was joking too! :-,

Well Don, I'm amaized (sic). For the last few years here in the UK we had enough rain to grow fish. Perhaps if Bush continues with his present policies you might get more rain - or even less! I could have sworn 'little' Dorothy lived with her aunt and uncle on a Kansas farm (when she wasn't in Oz). I must admit I rather fancy a trip to Australia myself ;-)

you've done me proud :-) Also got a mail from someone who lives opposite The Blorenge "a mountain of many moods and changes in weather" Near the Usk River Valley apparantly.

Do you know what's also true about Kansas? It's really in black and white.

* chuckle then broad smile * Not if you live there Don - you're far to colourful ;-)

Ver was an archer, a fighter, a marcher, He was the best shot his troop ever had. Even when ill Ver could usually hit silver. and still be in purple at a shilling per pull. Out at the four range he’d manage an orange nearer the target he always got gold. His friend Wil the Wisp - the one with the lisp said “Monthly Ver would win at leasth oneth.” I couldn't resist editing it.

OOppss - should be: said "Every month he would win at leasth oneth." ;-)

I was born in Seattle. The rain is in my blood. *Looking at currently cloudy skies, unconsiously hoping for huge rainstorm* Back in the old days, when businesses advertised those new groundbreaking cancer-curing remedies (which was probably Windex), big landowners created a postcard with a farmer carrying an 8-ft. cob of maize. I bet those farmers who moved out to Kansas because of that were quite shocked they weren't able to grow corn at all, much less an 8-ft. cob!

neither could I (hee) Ver was an archer, a fighter, a marcher, He was the best shot his troop ever had. Even when ill, Ver could always hit silver Supported by potions supplied by his dad. He'd still get in purple for a shillin' per pull. Somehow he never seemed to grow old. Out at the four range he’d manage an orange Nearer the target he always got gold. Cool and defiant, this talented giant Had strong supporters for all of his days. "Ver can win wonth at least every month.” Said 'Chris of the Ewe-Bank' "and he will amathe!"

Absolutely Fabulous E-griff. Here's a bunch of cherries! May the Noodles be with you.

I think it's better to use "in purple" as "doing well" rather than as the colour though e-griff. I have to say your poetry is better than Tolkiens.

I wrote a poem using my rhymes (hee hee)

Hi Emily, How about: Is it as round as an orange? No it has a rim like a flange. Is it grey, black or silver, No, now stand and deliver. Is it a day, year or month? No 'tis said it sounds like Vermount, Is it red green or purple? No, no colour, but very supple. What is it?

Of COURSE there are words that rhyme with orange, silver, purple, and month. Orange - Florange Silver - Wilver Purple - Burple and Month - Smonth If you need anymore help with rhymes, just call me.

Gomez Have a go at that me old fruit. Ralph

I cant find anything that rhymes with pint. Also, I think I solved the 'orange problem' a few days weeks ago I invented a borange. It is a device which allows you to bite your fingers to ease stress without actually damaging yourself, a friend needed it so I came up with it. You can guess what I will call my other inventions (when I come up with them).

Dear Don-thinga-me-jig, Look, I know that Florange, Wilver and Burple may mean something to you, but over here in Blighty we don't know these words. Elucidate. (Dammit, is that how you spell it?)

Florange is a Florida orange. Smonth is the month before next month. Burple is that strange sound when a burp turns into a chortle - usually only happens to those who are drunk and stoned. I'm not sure what a Wilver is but I think he works for Microsoft (might be wilbur).

I was wondering if Emily conceeds that between us e-griff and I have rhymed the unrhymable?

Only if we get the photo (precioussssss) (grimps greasily over a brown moquette sofa) and SHOW IT TO HER! She will do anything - if we get the lever, we could move the middle-earth! Glug! (Phew, that's nice - tastes like 'Old Fluffy') Glug!

My wife has just suggested 'mover' as a half-rhyme for 'silver'. Um ..Silver Mover ...surely a David Soul song? On a more strictly rhymey note, doesn't 'singe' rhyme with 'orange' and 'hinge'? As for 'month' ..any chance of 'bunth' ..which is what monkeys with a lisp ask for i.e. a 'bunth of bananath'?

Roll up , roll up (actually I hate roll ups) buy you ryhme here! Guaranteed Kansas words specifically designed to meet your every need. Don't get stuck buy a Donignacio word that will rhyme with even the most obstinate ending. Special offer - 3 for the price of 2 while stocks last! A perfect rhyme every time! Oh go on then another quick roll up but a bit less of that whacky...

There's a character in a Tom Stoppard play (The Real Inspector Hound, I think) called Harold Gorringe, but why you'd want to rhyme him with orange I'm not sure.

ADVERTISEMENT three orange poems the scotch orange I am a loony scotsman my kilt is tartan orange so is my nice bobble hat and even my large sporange the addative orange I've eaten lost of Wotsits and now my face is orange even though I'm from Yorkshire people think I'm forange the nursery orange I like to eat my soup with jam and sometimes bits of orange then I find it tastes just right like The Three Bears' porange

the unrhymable thief gold is kind of orange and worth much more than silver all stuff the Bank is storange all stuff I like to pilver I steal some every month and then paint it purple then later just for funth I make soup which I will slurple

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Well "purple" has a rhyme. Imagine my surprise today when one of my better-read and more erudite chums told me he had been hirpling after his knee operation. hirple, hir'pl, (Scot.) v.i. to walk or run as if lame. - n. a limping gait.

and I can't believe this hasn't been done before:- Emily Dubberly, You must be lubberly. Just cuddley-upey; cuddley-dubbely, My soul mate, And what I hate, Is you prob'ly stop at 'bubble-ey'!

Ver was an archer, a fighter, a marcher, He was the best shot his troop ever had. Even an ill Ver could usually hit silver. and be in the purple at a shilling per pull. From out at the four range he was inside the orange nearer the target he always got gold. His friend wil the wisp the druge with the lisp said each month ver would always win at least oneth.

Well-- she never said they had to mean anything, did she? Just words. And (you ignoramous, you) you can't grow corn in Kansas. Especially the variety that starts with a K. *Sticks out tounge and shakes booty for having superior Kansas knowledge* :P

I remeber 'Mott the Hirple'!

Sorry Don it was just a joke but I didn't know you can't grow corn in Kansas - I expect you could grow what we call corn - you know the cereal - I thnk we call you corn Indian? Anyway enough of my corny comments - have a nice day!