Sons Of Anarchy Video Game

[revving motorcycle] biker: [singing] rhyming through thisworld, on a bike. words end the same. they sound alike.

Sons Of Anarchy Video Game, the crow flies low,a perfect rhyme. that's how we know it'srhyming time. crow: caw! caw!

mr. browning: how do youlike my love poem so far, miss barrett? [clears throat] roses are red, violetsare blue. sugar is sweet, and i love-- miss barrett: yes, mydear mr. browning? mr. browning: i love -- miss barrett: yes, my darling? mr. browning: oh, i need a wordthat ends in the same

sound as blue. i need a rhyme. oh, i'll never think of it! never! miss barrett: really? mr. browning: being a poetis such hard work. miss barrett: well,how about -- [music playing] biker: you got a problemrhyming?

biker: this couldbe good timing! mr. browning: we're poets! leave us alone! miss barrett: who areyou ruffians? biker: we're thesons 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 arhyming word? biker: that's what we heard. mr. browning: well,yes, i need a word that rhymes with blue. biker: sons of poetry! 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 arered, violets are blue. sugar is sweet, andi love my shoe?

[revving motorcycles] all bikers: woo-hoo! mr. browning: wait,wait, wait. that would never, never work. miss barrett: of course not! i don't believe it! take it or leave it! 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'tlove my shoe. miss barrett: yes. you see, he loves m-- biker: ok. we'll give you one moreword that rhymes. just one. biker: then we're done.

biker: the rhyme is moo! miss barrett: moo? biker: moo rhymes with blue. miss barrett: yes,but you see-- mr. browning: let's see, rosesare red, violets are blue. sugar is sweet, andi love moo. cow: moo! mr. browning: oh, no,no no, no no, sorry. no, there's been somemisunderstanding.

i don't love moo. cow: [weeping] miss barrett: no, yousee, he loves-- biker: all right! stop your frowning, browning! but that's it. then we split. sons of poetry! stew!

miss barrett: stew? sugar is sweet andi love stew? yes! miss barrett: [gasping] what? mr. browning: stew rhymes withblue, and i do love stew! i do, i do! miss barrett: butwhat 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 backof that bike? biker: hop on! miss barrett: i'm gone! mr. browning: wait, wait wait!

miss barrett! come back! i love you! no, no, no. not moo. you! moo and you end inthe same sound. they rhyme. shoo!

mr. browning: ugh! oh! doh! mr. browning: hello? mr. browning: anyone? man: and now, the two-headedmonster is going to show us how to take turns! two-headed monsterboth: take turns! two-headed monster1: me first!

two-headed monster 2: oh, whoa,whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! two-headed monster 1: what? two-headed monster2: me first! two-headed monster 1: oh,no, no, me first! two-headed monster2: no, no no!