Rants, Raves, Interesting Science & Awful Puns
I got a note from somebody claiming that no word in the English language rhymes
with "month," "orange," "silver," or "purple."
Well, a challenge is not something to be passed over lightly by an Irishman,
and for somebody of my profession, certainly not one with a literary connotation.
So, after retreating pen-in-teeth into a period of some solitary meditation
on the matter, I emerge to present the following modest offerings:
The animalth rathed three timeth latht month,
The hare won twithe and the tortoithe oneth.
An Irishman Green,
Can take the potheen.
But an Irishman Orange
Ends up on the flooranj'
Ust doesn't seem able,
To stay at the table
When you're choking,
A hearty slap and one good burp'll
Usually fix it.
Gold and silver
Ginity tend to
Put an end to.