A poem derived from the first. (Arranging and sequencing in a certain way changes the emotional valence from funny to something else.)

My Conviction

I like my birth like I like my medication: giving.

I like my breakfast like I like my divide: continental.

I like my coffee like I like my tea: iced.

I like my cat like I like my twin: Siamese.

I like my map like I like my pitcher: relief.

I like my machine like I like my region: infernal.

I like my life like I like my world: phantasy.

I like my correlation like I like my distortion: nonlinear.

I like my fever like I like my stroke: haemorrhagic.

I like my disorder like I like my psychosis: schizophrenic.

I like my intelligence like I like my schizophrenia: borderline.

I like my pronoun like I like my verb: reflexive.

I like my balance like I like my cubism: analytical.

I like my error like I like my language: programming.

I like my file like I like my trauma: blunt.

I like my charge like I like my conviction: murder.

By the way [@Jesse Friedman][at0] your post collected 6K views in a single day with most of the traffic coming from Reddit-programming channel where it still occupies the front page with about a [100 votes already][1]. Congratulations!

I like this one for its sheer surreality:

What do you call a flame nettle hammer? A coleus malleus.

@Jesse Friedman we were playing with friends with your code and I think in this piece:

words = # -> {WordData[#, "Hyphenation"], 
      Flatten[WordData[#, "Synonyms"][[All, 2]]]} & /@  WordData[All, part];

the symbol part is undefined. Could you add the missing part - forgive the pun ;) ?

Hi Jesse,

well done! That's a great post. Thanks for sharing.

Cheers,

Marco