Guess That Rhyme!
Another edition of the not-quite-as-popular-as-Beyonce game
We have another edition of the Guess That Rhyme game!
Man, do I love making these puzzles.
Remember:
Find the missing words at the end of the story.
All the words rhyme with one another.
Camels do not have toes.
Some of the hints are useless.
Enjoy!
“Does Kyrgyzstan have (1) Middle Eastern markets?”
Ivan, the Mediocre (2) emperor of the enemy of the United States, only learned Russian history growing up. You’d think, for the heir to the throne, he’d be more worldly. But those camel rides were so boring and perfect for bouncing little Ivan to sleep.
“Sir,” says Ivan’s assistant, “I believe it’s not politically correct to ask that question.”
“You’re saying I’m racist for asking a simple question? I didn’t ask if they were Persian —“
His assistant throws a rock at Ivan the Mediocre’s face. “Hush. Oh, look. We’re here.”
They stop their camels about three miles outside of town. If a twenty-first century filmmaker were producing this, it’d be the shot of the two men on top of the hill, overlooking the city. But since this wasn’t a movie, they kept walking towards the front gates.
The security guard, all muscles and no brain, asks for identification. Ivan pulls down his mask, showing the scars from from that infamous vodka bottle that shattered across his cheek.
“Come in, sir,” he says.
Next to the security guard is a (3) cat that can go vroom vroom. He hands the leash to Ivan. “As you requested.”
The assistant sighs. “Didn’t they have to ship that overseas?”
Ivan shrugs. “I don’t care. I wanted one, and now I have one.”
“Isn’t that a leopard?”
Ivan hops on the back of the giant cat. And rides off towards the center of town.
The assistant looks down to the ground. Whoa. A big piece of his entertainment.
“Sir!” he screams, lugging the (4) musical instrument for broke college boys.
Ivan turns the cat around. Sees his most prized possession.
“Oh, Bailey, how I’ve missed you.” He kisses his instrument, hops back on the cat, and leads the assistant through the town, even though he’d never been to Kyrgyzstan before.
“Sir, shouldn’t we —“
“Found it!”
On a black chalkboard, it read:
If You Wanna Learn, Join the (5) forum for middle-aged white males
“That’s us!” He pulls the leash towards the sign.
And there you have it: