Talk in Rhymes

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Let's talk in rhymes. Talk in rhymes all the time.

This game easy as one, two, three
Take a rhyme and add to it as you see

No three-way rhymes
That just wastes one's time!

Join this game or die in shame.

It was just a joke, my friend
Though I'm still hungry to no end
I may even attempt to go
And eat that rose Silver tries to grow

Oh noes!
I value my rose!

Roses are red, my blood is blue,
Silver cannot rhyme and niether can you.

I guess that's alright,
I'll have to show you my might.

Oh Saku, you and your petty rhymes.
Your horrible rhymes could be thwarted by mimes.
And as you know, mimes do not speak,
yet their rhymes could knock you far into next week.

Sure my rhymes are full of fail.
But that doesn't mean I'll start to flail.

All of you are like Magikarp,
None even being able to play the Harp.
For I said it once and I'll say it again,
I'm gonna win at the end.

No, I'm gonna win!
Look at this tin!

What is this tin you speak of sir?
All I see is a simple blur.
While win and tin do certainly rhyme,
You shouldn't use them all the time.
For sometimes they do not make sense,
Like trying to rhyme cents with fence.

Bro, I know I suck at rhyming.
But I also suck at miming.

Now see, thats a fair one!
Keep it up and you won't be as dumb!

Hate to be rude, but I don't think one and dumb rhyme.
But, whatever, I don't know much about the ancient art of rhyme.

'One' and 'dumb', I am near-certain, are syllabic rhymes,
Though perhaps I should keep quiet,
Because I can only just tell the time,
And my poetry is bad enough to cause a riot,
Unlike prose, which is an entirely different game,
And perhaps a skill I can someday tame.

What are you saying, you are quite the bard!
Making rhyming seem a little less hard
Is most certainly an admirable feat
Although I am still deprived of things to eat...

Oh dear Leaf, your stomache is bare!
On an empty stomach you'll be in despair!
Allow me to help your problem please,
Now would you like a burger with cheese?
I could really go for burgers now,
Although the beff doth come from a cow.
But I suppose, we humans must eat,
Talk of slaughtering cows is awfly discreet.
Would you like pickles, lettuce, or none?
And on that note this rhyme is done.