BIKER: [SINGING]

Rhyming through this world, on a bike.

Words end the same.

They sound alike.

The crow flies low, a perfect rhyme.

That's how we know it's rhyming time.

CROW: Caw!

Caw!

MR. BROWNING: How do you like my love poem

so far, Miss Barrett?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Roses are red, violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet, and I love--

MISS BARRETT: Yes, my dear Mr. Browning?

MR. BROWNING: I love --

MISS BARRETT: Yes, my darling?

MR. BROWNING: Oh, I need a word that ends in the same

sound as blue.

I need a rhyme.

Oh, I'll never think of it!

Never!

Never!

MISS BARRETT: Really?

MR. BROWNING: Being a poet is such hard work.

MISS BARRETT: Well, how about --

[MUSIC PLAYING]

BIKER: You got a problem rhyming?

BIKER: This could be good timing!

MR. BROWNING: We're poets!

Leave us alone!

MISS BARRETT: Who are you ruffians?

BIKER: We're the Sons of Poetry.

We rhyme all the time.

BIKER: What?

It's not a crime.

BIKER: Just a hobby, right, Bobby?

BIKER: No big, Tig.

BIKER: You need a rhyming word?

BIKER: That's what we heard.

MR. BROWNING: Well, yes, I need a word

that rhymes with blue.

BIKER: Sons of Poetry!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

BIKER: Got it!

BIKER: The rhyme is shoe.

MR. BROWNING: Shoe?

BIKER: Shoe rhymes with blue.

They end the same.

BIKER: Yeah!

Ask the dame!

MISS BARRETT: Well, yes, they do, but --

BIKER: Shoe, blue, shoe, blue!

MISS BARRETT: True, but you see --

MR. BROWNING: Roses are red, violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet, and I love my shoe?

[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]

ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!

MR. BROWNING: Wait, wait, wait.

That would never, never work.

MISS BARRETT: Of course not!

BIKER: What?

I don't believe it!

Take it or leave it!

[REVVING MOTORCYCLE]

BIKER: Hey, relax, Jacks!

BIKER: Whatever you say, Clay.

MR. BROWNING: No, no no, you see, though it's a

good rhyme, it is.

It's just that I don't love my shoe.

MISS BARRETT: Yes.

You see, he loves m--

BIKER: OK.

We'll give you one more word that rhymes.

Just one.

BIKER: Then we're done.

BIKER: Sons of Poetry!

[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]

BIKER: Got it!

BIKER: The rhyme is moo!

MISS BARRETT: Moo?

BIKER: Moo rhymes with blue.

MISS BARRETT: Yes, but you see--

MR. BROWNING: Let's see, roses are red, violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet, and I love moo.

[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]

ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!

COW: Moo!

MR. BROWNING: Oh, no, no no, no no, sorry.

No, there's been some misunderstanding.

I don't love moo.

COW: [WEEPING]

MISS BARRETT: No, you see, he loves--

BIKER: All right!

Stop your frowning, Browning!

We'll give you one more word that rhymes.

But that's it.

Then we split.

Sons of Poetry!

[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]

BIKER: Got it!

Stew!

MISS BARRETT: Stew?

MR. BROWNING: Roses are red, violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet and I love stew?

Yes!

MISS BARRETT: [GASPING]

What?

ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!

[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]

MR. BROWNING: Stew rhymes with blue, and I do love stew!

I do, I do!

MISS BARRETT: But what about me?

I thought you loved me.

MR. BROWNING: Oh, sorry darling.

Me doesn't rhyme with blue.

You're a poet.

You should know that.

MISS BARRETT: Ugh.

Any room on the back of that bike?

BIKER: Hop on!

MISS BARRETT: I'm gone!

[REVVING MOTORCYCLE]

ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!

MR. BROWNING: Wait, wait wait!

Miss Barrett!

Miss Barrett!

Come back!

I love you!

No, no, no.

Not moo.

You!

Moo and you end in the same sound.

They rhyme.

Shoo!

Shoo!

COW: [WEEPING]

MR. BROWNING: Ugh!

Oh!

Doh!

CROW: Caw!

Caw!

MR. BROWNING: Hello?

CROW: Caw!

MR. BROWNING: Anyone?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

BIKER: [SINGING]

That's how we know it's rhyming time.

MAN: And now, the Two-headed Monster is going to show us

how to take turns!

TWO-HEADED MONSTER BOTH: Take turns!

TWO-HEADED MONSTER 1: Me first!

TWO-HEADED MONSTER 2: Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

TWO-HEADED MONSTER 1: What?

TWO-HEADED MONSTER 2: Me first!

TWO-HEADED MONSTER 1: Oh, no, no, me first!

TWO-HEADED MONSTER 2: No, no no!