Except in this case (“Beautiful Day”), at least, the enjambment does serve to make the rhyme hit you over the head even harder than it would have normally, because the “…a hand” part so obviously was thrown in just so he could rhyme “friend” and “lend”.
I thought that wasn’t quite right. The web site I Googled for the lyrics was a Dutch site (I was in a hurry as I was at work in between calls and clicked the link at random), where the person who posted it may have not been 100% clear on the lyrics.
I have to second Betty Davis Eyes. That “pro blush” line makes me blush with fury everytime I hear it.
I would also like to submit Matchbox 20’s Disease:
Wtf, Rob? Did you let Mrs. Johnson’s Kindergarten class write this song for you?! It chaps me, it does.
Strangely, this exact part is on the Amazon clip:
I have no problem with the rhyme. I think it’s well done. I don’t see how the “a hand” part is thrown in at all, since it’s the only thing that would make sense with the following line, and he doesn’t use a ghastly inversion like:
You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could a hand lend
In return for grace
Which is what you’d find in many amateur writings.
Or he could have written something that fit the meter without having to resort to it at all. From a guy who wrote, on the same album:
Grace, it’s the name for a girl
It’s also a thought that changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything
Grace, she’s got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She’s got the time to talk…
I’m going with “lazy” over “clever”.
I love “comically forced” rhymes. I cackle every time I hear a song called “Countrier Than Thou” by Robbie Fulks, in which he rails against yuppies who pretend they’re all down-home and backwoods-y.
Among the rhymes:
You ain’t never read a Bible,
Tell me, why’s your vibe all,
Countrier than thou?
and
Well, you went to Andover,
What’s the banjo fer?
Good stuff.
Isn’t the line “…to make a crow blush”?
Wow, this far and no one has mentioned “Without Me” by Eminem (I think that’s the name of ths song.)
Wow…nice job there, Slim.
And what exactly is wrong with this? (I’m not an Eminen fan, but I don’t see the problem with this line.)
Not sure if this fits in, but it bugs the lowflying heeby-jeebies out of me. I’m not a native english speaker myself, but I am pretty fluent in the language. And mangling a saying just to make it rhyme? Bring the tar and feathers!!!
Lily Allen - Smile (2006)
*I was so lost back then
but with a little help from my friends
I found the light in the tunnel at the end *
Brrrrrrrrrrr…
There goes another heeby-jeeby…
[QUOTE=Noel Prosequi]
“We wanna put his ass in stir,
We wanna pin this triple mur-
der on him,
he ain’t no Gentleman Jim”
QUOTE]
Oh come, that’s not even vaugely Dylan most audacious/worst rhyme.
How’s about
“you speak to me in sign language
while I’m eating a sandwich…”
Or my personal fave
“What can I say about Claudette?
Ain’t since her since February
She could be respectably married
or runnin’ a whorehouse in Buenos Aries”
That’s rhymin’ gold there…
mm
Phone/Home/Alone
Can’t think of a specific example, but it’s common and predictable (which is enough reason to hate it), but it goes something like:
Called you on the phone
But you were not home
Now I’m all alone
Men at Work used something like that in their one-hit-wonder.
OK, how about this one. To be Or Not To Be by BA Robertson - the [url=""]whole song* is a collection of cringe-worthy rhyme, but this stands out:
The intro dialogue to Must of Got Lost by the Jay Giles band has those lines almost exactly.
Dance/chance/romance.
Even worse. 
The absolute worst is fire/funeral pyre.
My personal Ogden Nash favorite:
“Who wants my jellyfish?
I’m not sellyfish!”
I always heard it as
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey bee
Be strong
and I thought the homophone be/bee was pretty cute!
I’m not sure if you knew that the song derives from BJ’s experience as a piano player in a bar, but at any rate, he has said that there was a regular, named Davy, who was in the Navy. Paul, the real estate agent who claimed to be writing the Great American Novel, was also a reg, and the bartender was a wannabe actor. So Davy/Navy was not a forced rhyme. Sorry.