<http://kith.org/logos/words/lower3/ggginger.html> discusses a poem, =
"The Chaos", consisting of "mostly a list of English words which =
either look like they should rhyme but don't, or have very different =
spellings but rhyme anyway."
>It's a dark abyss or tunnel,
>Strewn with stones, like rowlock, gunwale, [/'rA l@k/, /'g@n @l/]
> Finally: which rhymes with enough
> Though, through, plough, cough, hough, or tough?
and a conclusion:
> Hiccough has the sound of cup.
> My advice is give it up!
> In case you can read Chaucer as your morning paper's funnies, "Sir
> Gawain and Green Knight" can perhaps drive the blayde home:
"the bit burnyst bryt, with a brod egge
As wel schapen to schere as scharp rasores..."
Now, in which honde does he haldez his hede by the here? My guess =
is the left, along with the raynez, as he steppez into stelbawe and
strydez alofte, but later transferred to the right, when toward the
derrest on the dece he dressez the face.