People on a weekly conference call uncontrollably and unintentionally start rhyming with each other in their conversations.

They are frightened at first by this, resistant, but come to appreciate the work they create together, and eventually win the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.

Planets are drawn to each other via unusual gravitational forces, forming a giant planetary necklace that is gaudy, bordering on offensive.

One of the planets’ denizens thinks the necklace is kind of cute, and sends delegations to the other inhabited planets to convince them of the necklace’s aesthetic beauty.

I see a man walking down the street holding an apple.

He seems much smarter than me.