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Allegedly unrhymeable words:

Almond: That is one calm, und/ -Erstanding damp almond.
Aspirin: Instead of a pearl they put jasper in,/ So instead of the Stone they got aspirin.
Bachelor: All single girls know the right satchel or/ Bag will land just the right bachelor.
Chaos: The day we let gay os/ -Preys marry: bird chaos!
Chimney: Depressed android planner gives up: up the chimney/ Go diagrams, notes, both for her-knee and him-knee.
Circus: Coffee, up-perk us;/ We’re off to the circus.
Citrus: Gloria Estefan says, For a hit, truss/ Something that bangs to something that’s citrus.
Different: If a raft and a skiff are so different/ Then so must be raft-rent and skiff-rent.
--alternate: I look hard for holes, because if a rent/ ‘S found in the ship...things get different.
Film: Herzog put raving, mad, ill-m/ -Annered Kinski in film after film.
Olive: Long, strong and tall live/ Those cooking with olive.
Hostage: McCain, though they held him so long as a hostage,/ Deserves, not our votes, but a medal’s embossed edge.
Javelin: Whoever judged no rhyme for javelin/ Had really ought to turn their gavel in.
Justice: Let the rains rust us/ The day we lose justice.
--alternate: Or if we must “-iss”/ We’ll cheat to rhyme “justice.”
Laundry: The way I talk, “laundry”/ Exact-rhymes with “quandary.”
Luggage: Set down your luggage/ Right there at the rug-edge.
Month: After so many years, we can hope that an unth/ -Eocratic regime will start next year, this month.
Office: While Bush stays in office/ We sneeze B and cough S.
Orange: Laryngitis is more –yng/ -Itic when one’s throat is orange.
Penguin: Were the communist demagogues judged by a penguin,/ Would Lenin win, Stalin win, Mao win or Deng win?
Pizza: She eats a/ Cheese pizza.
Pint: I fancy a dine-t/ -Astic meal, then a pint.
Shadow: Bowling balls dropped at noon form a circular shadow;/ when found on your foot such an O is a bad O.
Silver: And as for me, till ver/ -Se is banned, I’ll rhyme “silver.”
Promise: Oft will a bomb miss/ And cut off youth’s promise. [As oft it does: Bush,/ Get a boil on your tush.]
Monster: How can one possibly conster/ This mad disbelief that no words rhyme with monster?
Purple: Not nearly as hard to extirp’ll/ Be the no-rhyme rep of “purple.”
--alternate: The housecat named Oliver Purple/ Lost its tail in a fierce game of fur-pull.
Transfer: A trivial transfer/ Is feet fur for hands fur.
Vacuum: Their minds are a vacuum,/ Those fools who attack Hume.