Gregory

The Rhymester's Lair (lyttlejoe)

The Rhymester's Lair

"Since you're officially a sidekick, Miss LeBow,

there is something that you need to know.

A confidence only you and I can share;

the location of the Rhymester's secret lair."

"It's in the local woods, you see.

A house high up in a tree.

It's where I keep everything for fighting crime

spare mandolin strings and a thesaurus for rhyme."

"And how am I supposed to get up there,

there is no elevator or a stair?"

"Fear not, Credenza, I'm no dope.

I'll shinny up and drop a rope."

"So, now you're here, what do you think?"

Resolute gave her a superior wink

"A flat screen TV, a folding chair.

I can sit here, you can stand there."

"How do we know if there's a crime?

I see no phone where I could use my dime."

(Oops, age spoiler)

"The news comes in on that toaster oven!

Today's technology I'm just lovin'!"

"Bread's barely warm it's just a petty crime.

Golden brown, time for me to rhyme.

Burned charcoal black, smoke in your eyes;

time for both of us to mobilize."

"So, now you know, you can come and go.

The password is 'Look out below.'

Oh, and by the way, for getting in . . .

you're going to need a rhyming PIN."