Has anyone seen the movie, "The Princess Bride"? Do you remember the scene in the beginning where the two henchmen are on the pirate ship; they're just about to kidnap the princess (Robin Wright-Penn, soon to get divorced from Sean), and they're conversing with each other in rhymes? Every sentence they say ends with a rhyme. It's incredible that they can keep this up, but they do. And they continue to speak in this manner until their leader (In-con-ceiv-able!) tells them to "STOP RHYMING!" It's one of my favorite parts of the movie.
My husband enjoys rhyming. He partly does it to entertain himself, and he partly does it to annoy me and have a little fun. I groan when he starts, because he can and will go on for hours. There are so many words that rhyme with French whore, which is his favorite combination for some odd reason. I think it may be his favorite because, well, a lot of words rhyme with that second one, so that's probably it.
Valentine's Day is coming, and this year I'm going to surprise my husband with a personalized poem. I found a poet through a link from this blog recently. So I e-mailed for pricing information and ended up hiring her. It only cost $15 with my first-time customer discount. She will create a personalized poem for your sweetie, using information that you provide. She put mine on a cream-colored card and I'm going to add one of my photographs to the front of the it. Yeah, I know, I'm a hopeless romantic. I can't help it. But I think he's going to like it.
So when he starts going again on the rhyming, I'll pretend to be annoyed like I always do. What he doesn't know is that I actually don't mind it in the least, because I'm lucky to still have him.
So don't tell him. It doesn't really drive me as crazy as I pretend.