With two minutes to spare before my train pulled into my stop, it seemed the perfect time for a quick stumble using the wonderful stumbleupon. My browser paused, almost indiscernibly, before arriving at Rhymer.com, a simple and fast rhyming dictionary that leaves paper dictionaries in the dirt.
I did a test search, and couldn’t resist framing the results in a quick, dirty poem:
I live for duplex sex. An exchange of twice-fold joy, but alas not with my ex.
Of course, I’ve now realised the big advantage of paper dictionaries: the labour of flicking fastidiously through pages actively discourages writers from churning out such gutter poetry.