FLOTSAM, JETSAM, AND NEAR RHYMES

Near Rhymes haunt my tote bag, my over-shoulder bag, the table by my bed that holds tissues and hand cream and a small silent clock, not to mention my dreams and my waking (what passes for) a mind.  They exist on torn-off fragments of the Sunday paper, on the back of grocery lists and inside the back covers of my address book and appointment book, and once in a while on legitimate sheets of paper of every size, torn from my notebook (or someone else's).  They are teasing snapshots of my imagination-of-the- moment, meant to be coaxed into limericks or terza rima, say, best served hot, but sometimes OK served cold.  Inspired by overheard conversations (in diners, primarily) or channel-browsing, to name a few sources.  Such as

 messily, Frenchly/ legion, vegan/ flaccid,vapid/ Merlin,whirling, darling/ roughing, touching/ cold comfort be,conformity/ fosssil, wassail/ thrilling, brillig/ well-oiled/styled  ad nauseum/museum.