Stopping by a drugstore for a caffeine drink between buses this morning, I was treated to The Voice descending from on high (speakers in the ceiling): "I get no kick from Champaaaaaaagne . . . " and found myself infested with a hell of an earworm. Naturally this evolved into an attempt to come up with my own verses:
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Some get a kick from Rogaine
I wouldn’t care
If I ran out of hair
I would just wear
A toupee or two
Cuz I get a kick out of you
Some folks can’t kick Mary Jane
They just go broke
Living from smoke to toke
Man it ain’t no joke
You know it’s true
But I get a kick out of you*
So where’s yours? Here’s the rules:
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[li]First line includes the word “kick,” and rhymes with “Champagne/a plane/cocaine.”[/li][li]The next three lines rhyme. (There’s an established meter–um, iambic diameter?–but Cole Porter was way better of hewing to that than I am; I’ll just trust to my imaginary Sinatra’s ability to fit the phrasing together somehow.)[/li][li]The next line rhymes with “you.”[/li][li]The last lined ends with “I get a kick out of you.”[/li][/ul]
Have at it.