A literary device
I've recently been getting far too much mileage out of, employing it in decidedly non-literary circumstances to draw tedious interlocutors into the delight of unexpected and sponteneous wordplay
. For example:
"Even though it's available all year round, as far as seasonal drinks are concerned even though it's up against egg nog I still prefer cider."
"So, uh, you'd consider yourself a cider imbiber, then?"
"And, uh, if you quaff it down all the way to the pulpy dregs then that makes you...
a cider fibre imbiber."
"And, hold on, if the apples were from Afghanistan you'd be... (deep breath)
a Khyber cider fibre imbiber."
"Hot diggity! And if you were half-machine, concealing yourself within the body of a female, waiting for the right moment to strike, you'd be..."
(snaps, violently leaping across the table to throttle me into blessed silence, hysterically yelling)
"A CYBER-KHYBER CIDER FIBRE IMBIBER HIDER BIDER INSIDE HER!!"
If not the first, certainly the most outstanding appearance of this flavour of assonance occurs in Mark E. Rogers
' The Sword of Samurai Cat
, where Wisconscin Platt
is heard to culminate: "And if it involved aerial combat in the cellar of a cartoon pooch it would be a dogfight in Auggie Doggie's dog of a Dog Ma dogma augment fragment basement.
Note: this is not assonance in the entirely conventional sense of the term, also exploiting scattered and furtive ashamed elements of rhyme and rhythm. More than the proximate device, I choose this term to describe my activities because it makes an veritable ass of me. Be warned, I consider any lull in conversation open season. Yessir, never a dull moment.