And a merry Easter to you, Mr Eliot.

The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

- East Coker

An oddity of this little fragment is that it contains a double eye-rhyme: food, blood and good - ude, udd and... I don't know the phonetic alphabet well enough, but you see what I mean: good rhymes with hood, blood rhymes with mud and food rhymes with nude.

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough
And blow it in one fiery cough
To kingdom come! More bombs! Although
One nuke's enough.

Other such non-rhymes in the comments, please.