pseven

Updated: May 21, 2025

Then "breven, creven, dreven" and "bleven, eleven, dleven" and "pseven, spleven, threven" and so forth. At length he would hurl his pen across the room, pull at his hair, and light another cigarette. Cigarette always rhymed with cigarette. After a day or two of this drivel he produced a brief lyric with a certain fleetness of movement; it had small freight to carry.

Rupert Hughes - We Can't Have Everything