Last night Johnny-Cherie plopped down on my bed and informed me she needed my assistance. She'd been given a creative writing assignment and concluded I would be a valuble resource since I'm known to write the occasional poem or song. She related the requirements to me. Although there was no minimum length, the rhyming scheme had to follow one of the following patterns: ABAB, ABAC-ABAC, or ABA-ABA.
I asked, "What about ACDC?"
She looked at me and said, "That's not a rhyme."
"Um, Yeah. I know. That's the name of a band."
Bloggers, the generation gap just got a little wider.
ANSWER TO FRIDAY'S MENSA MADNESS:
The next letter is K. All the letters are made up of only straight lines.