A venerable tradition in folk music, oh, Poetic One -- that of rhyming words with themselves.

Shall we be duelling poets, then? How 'bout this:

Chrissymas is coming, and the closets are loaded --
So full of "stuff," that they should've exploded.
What shall we do -- have you thought about that?
Let's dump it on Capri, and on her two cats!