The Endless Epics of Rhyme is a titanic, genial nation, ruled by High Muse Terpsichore the Lithe with an iron fist, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, ban on automobiles, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful, devout population of 18.077 billion Rhymers enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level of social equality free from the usual accompanying government corruption.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, socially-minded morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Calliope. The average income tax rate is 97.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Rhyming economy, worth a remarkable 2,191 trillion Verses a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 121,234 Verses, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The 'Museum Of Stuff We Stole' is a tourist favourite, people stand their fridges back-to-front to benefit from the free heating, only those who apply can study applied maths, and hundreds of subterranean tunnels are being built as part of "Project Morlock". Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rhyme's national animal is the Scarlet Macaw, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Aesthetic Museology.

Rhyme is ranked 22,164^th in the world and 11^th in Haiku for Largest Populations, with 18.1 billion capita.