Challenge
Attempt to write a piece where every third word rhymes. Sense-making sentences are more impressive, but agreeable amounts of nonsense are also encouraged.
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Triple-ite
As I write, in my plight of passage rite, the moon's height revealed the site of undies white. I cannot right the hideous sight--much too bright; way too tight. My urges fight to take flight, though I might turn the light off...good night.