I have a country song (with a sitar break if you can believe it) called “Sitar Pickin’ Man” by Bobby Zehm, who by the sound of it was a southern American a few decades ago, who rhymes “guitar” and “sitar” a few times without having to strain his accent the least bit.
He’s a Calcutta cowboy, a-pickin’ on his ol’ sitar…
A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot.
He blows it eight to the bar…in boogie rhythm.
He can’t blow a note unless a bass and guitar
Is playin’ with 'im.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
Eating an orange while making love
Makes for bizarre enjoyment thereof.
(BTW, curly chick, did you come up with that yourself? It’s wonderful! But in American English, at least, cunt and month emphatically don’t rhyme.)
(P.S.: I’m well aware that “cunt” is not all that bad a term over in that area. Your bashfulness was nothing but a transparent excuse to post that brilliant poem.)
There was an old man who said “bilver”
And “dilver” and “gilver” and “nilver”;
His daughter said "Dad!
“Have you suddenly gone mad?”
He said “No, but what does rhyme with ‘silver’?”