Paradoxical Rhymes
'Two heads may be better than one, but not if both are stupid.'
Para blinked. "What this be?"
"For you or for me?" Dox asked.
"Both of us, I think," Para replied.
"I think I need a drink," Dox added, flopping down at the kitchen table.
Para nodded slowly and dropped the bumper sticker down onto the table. "A beer would be good," he agreed.
"Two would be better than good," Dox countered.
Narrowing his eyes at the not-very-good rhyme, Para sighed and capitulated. It was times like this the whole rhyming thing got on his nerves; he knew Dox liked it even less.
But it was habit. They did it as children to drive people nuts and now they had a hard time stopping.
Not that they really wanted to, but at times it would be nice to just talk without worrying about rhyming.
Grabbing two beers from the refrigerator, Para asked, "What should we do?"
"Get them back, give them an insult too?" Dox suggested, taking a long pull on his beer.
"I don't know who sent it," Para said, only thinking after the fact about how hard that might be to rhyme.
Let's not get into the time they were in the grocery store and he asked Dox if he wanted oranges
"Then we'll just get a general idiot," Dox replied, after thinking for a moment.
Para nodded. "What idiot might we get?"
"I do not know quite yet."
A flash of inspiration came to his mind. "We should make it rhyme," Para said, an evil smile crossing his face.
"Like we do, all the time?" Dox asked. He knew the rhyming drove even their closest friends crazy; imagine sending a rhyming insult to someone who didn't like them
Ah, the chaos.
"Line after line," Para confirmed.
"That sounds fine," Dox agreed.
"I'm not a poet," Para pointed out.
"And don't I know it," Dox returned.
They exchanged evil smirks. Oh, the fun they could have with this
"But this could be fun," they said in unison, the only time they allowed themselves not to rhyme.