Welcome to this guide on the best words that rhyme with yolk!
Here you’ll find the top 100 words and phrases for rhyming the word ‘yolk’ in a poem or song lyrics.
You’ll also find some example lyrics that incorporate rhymes of the word yolk.
Pretty cool huh?
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Words That Rhyme With Yolk
- Bloke
- Coke
- Choke
- Cloak
- Croak
- Stoke
- Smokescreen
- Poke
- Polk
- Soak
- Spoke
- Strokes
- Stroke
- Joke
- Folk
- Oak
- Overstroke
- Broke
- Invoke
- Provoke
- Smokestack
- Toke
- Woke
- Baroque
- Invoke
- Provokes
- Brookes
- No joke
- Invoke
- Loc
- Roque
- Slowpoke
- Smoke
- Bilk
- Balk
- Hulk
- Mulch
- Schmuck
- Sculk
- Pulk
- Kolk
- Pollock
- Folklore
- Volks
- Folks
- Holk
- Polka
- Solk
- Toll road
- Molk
Phrases That Rhyme With Yolk
- Coke and smoke
- Joke and poke
- Soak and choke
- Oak and cloak
- Roast and yolk
- Bloke in the smoke
- Folklore evoke
- Stoke the fire and stoke
- Invoke the spirits and provoke
- Polk on a polka dot cloak
- Folks and yolks
- Toke and smoke
- Woke and spoke
- Croak and stroke
- Strokes of the brush and strokes
- A slow poke and a yolk
- Broke and joke
- An overstroke and a stroke
- Schmuck and yolk
- A smokestack and a smoke
- A no joke and a yolk
- A loc and a yolk
- A baroque stroke and a stroke
- A mulch and yolk
- A kolk and yolk
- A pollock and a yolk
- A toll road and a yolk
- A hulk and yolk
- Balk and yolk
- A slowpoke and a yolk
- Roque and yolk
- A sculk and a yolk
- Molk and yolk
- Polka and yolk
- Solk and yolk
- Folk and yolk
- Polks and yolk
- A yolksman’s stroke and a stroke
- A yolksman’s yoke and a yoke
- Jokes and yolks
- Yolks in the smoke
- Toke and a yolksman’s poke
- Yolks and stokes
- A yolksman’s cloak and a cloak
- Folks’ yokes
- Yolksman’s strokes and strokes
- Yolks in the oak
- Jokes and yolks in the smoke
- Yolksman’s loc and loc
- Yolks in the polka dot cloak
Example Poem/Song Using Yolk
Golden yolk in a breakfast bowl, Cracked open with a satisfying roll, Folklore tales of its power and might, Stoke the flames of appetite.
With a fork I pierce the yolk, And watch it spread like a bloke, Oozing out in a lazy stroke, A sun in the sky of my yolk.
It pairs well with a slice of oak, A coffee cup and a wispy smoke, A morning ritual that’s no joke, A daily custom, my morning yolk.
As I chew on my toast and yolk, I think of words that rhyme with “bloke”, And ponder if they’ll make folks choke, Or if they’ll bring laughter to invoke.
For in this moment, my mind awoke, To the power of a simple yolk, To bring joy, to soothe, to provoke, And to make mornings less of a cloak.
So here’s to the yolk, a humble folk, A star of the breakfast show that stokes, The fires of our stomachs, and evokes, A sense of comfort that we all invoke