As an ‘old fashioned’ poet, one who believes poetry means cadence if not actual rhyme, I spend time searching for words that rhyme. It’s an interesting adventure. Take ‘rose’, for example. Start through the alphabet – aose, bose, cose, dose, – reach hose before one looks and sounds the same. Then nose, pose, and that’s it. Start again. Bose – ah, bows. Dose – doze. Wose – woes. A rhythm develops from this and others come to the skippitydoo mind. Prose. Froze. Suppose. Compose. Blows. Enclose. Flows. Floes. Flo’s. Most of the time the direction of the intent of the poem suggests what is needed but often I am surprised by how an unexpected rhyme offers a more perfect meaning.