A recent popular song starts with:
You make me come . . .
You make me complete . . .
You make me completely miserable.
Then there was a Don Knotts and Tim Connor movie, The Private Eyes, where the killer kept leaving mis-rhymed poems, including (and I remember this from more than 30 years ago?):
I am loose and free on the moor,
If you want to be safe,
Lock all your windows and screens.