Poetry and Rhyme in Sales

Rhyme’s a linguistic evolution that historically aids toddlers in memory and enunciation.

In a broader context, ‘plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is.’ *

Rhyme carves it’s own groove in the frontal cortex, thus you are stuck with that little gem for the rest of the day.

Tag you’re it.

Aah, mein meter meister, do consider the zillions in market research plying focus groups for their twitch-able subtleties, despite the echelons appreciation for the finer linguistic nuances. Joe Public, en mass, brakes for rhymey fries. MegaCorp knows more about the psychology of poetry than we give credit.

“But to continually indulge in it is an addiction that hinders a mature engagement with the meaningfulness of being alive.” **

Bombs bursting in air. Let’s take this avenue: Is rhyme more powerful than poetry? Rhyme crosses disciplines, platforms, a broader fundamental, thus media populized—and subsequently, the learned angst’d—street expression can test accessible conventions. The easiest, a rhyme. So, is that a doorway?

I’d contend the majority of poesy online, in blogs like mine, is ‘epiphanous’, something compels the composer to be the nozzle of expression, slightly unbridled. Yet the neighborhood rhymer wants a challenge, abides a circuit, and makes a crossword.

One step further, I’d theorize the handy rhymer wants to flirt with danger, under the speed limit, in controlled situations, testing alive.

Anyhoo, in Suessian conclusion, the finery of rhyme, well wordplay, ebbs and winds. It’s a cultural battleground and one lacking in ready exposure. Noise taunts the aspiring student.

“I’d like to save the world,
but I leave it up to you,
cause I don’t know what to do.”
~10ya ***

* Created by George Pal and sung by Dick Beals for Alka-Seltzer in the 1950’s.
** Litfo’s toober
*** Ten Years After


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