In "Born in the U.S.A.," Bruce Springsteen manages in the space of a single verse to cram together four lines that almost but don't quite rhyme:
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Come on, Bruce. Couldn't they have put a rifle in your hand? Or sent you off to foreign lands? Try a little harder next time.