I found this Ian McEwan (yes, that Ian McEwan) offering on the Guardian website last week. It made me happy. And in honor of the mistrial declared yesterday in the murder trial of the architect of some of the greatest pop songs of the last century, it seems a good choice.
Unrhyming Pop Song
What was that month we said we’ll always remember?
It was June.
And what was the bird we said stood for our love?
A pigeon.
We lay in a mown field under a full moon.
That was May.
Who was the one who said she’d always be true?
Actually, it was me.
I said, It will all work out fine, baby.
You said, Perhaps.
That day in June you decided we must part,
It broke my mind.
Nice how our names rhymed - now it’s Daniel
And Janice.
And since that time I’ve been profoundly blue
All because of us.
And it just won’t rhyme any more. Nothing rhymes.
Hard days!
Thanks. It made me laugh, even though the situations it (and you) describe do not.