One of Mogey and Smush's least favorite neighbor's was a quirky little man known as The Rhymer. Any time he encountered another person, The Rhymer would make up a rhyme and then hold out his battered old top hat in hopes of receiving a tip.
Mogey rode his razor scooter down to the mailbox one foggy morning, and The Rhymer appeared just as Mogey was collecting his paper.
"There is quite a caper / in this morning's newspaper!" The Rhymer said, bowing and holding out his top hat theatrically. Mogey sighed and turned back up the driveway.
"My job may seem all fun and rhymey / but the paycheck would make you say 'Blimey!'" The Rhymer went on, flourishing his hat once more. Still Mogey ignored him.
"My pet turtles are hungry and sad / won't you please help a struggling lad?" The Rhymer said, waving his top hat under Mogey's nose with more than a hint of annoyance this time.
"If you don't stop these hideous rhymes / I will give you a knuckle sandwich," Mogey declared theatrically as he hopped aboard his razor scooter and cruised back up the driveway.
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