Rhyming conversation with Charlie Zero The Poet Me: charlie, do you ride a Harley? Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why? Me: No, I was just rhyming you.. Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why? Charlie: If I do, I'll play some Bob Marley. Me: I'll get you a bowl of barley. Charlie: With the voice of Paul McCartney. Me: And scren presence of Ben Kingsley. Charlie: Whose fears nest in the eyes of John Hinckley. Me: John's forehead going all crinkly. Charlie: Through his dark featherless soul shines wrinkly. Me: Tiptoeing out of his body nimbly. Charlie: A curse upon his karma, simply. Me: No Nirvana, clearly. Charlie: I agree with the utmost breathless sincerely. Me: you believe in this quite dearly, Charlie.... Bless you, Charlie.