Kain Seuss?

The Story...

OK, so my cousin sent me a compressed file that was password protected... he also sent me the password, but not directly... he sent it in ryme.

the password's 9 letters, and rymes with rumble and tree,
if you still dont know, this thing can sting me
[note: story may have been altered so as to make it ryme]

The Advent of 'Kain Seuss'...
i got the file... and will use it tomorrow... :D

although...
the password "ampleflea" does not work...
so i tried "appleflea", "catterpea", and then "scrableme";
after close to an hour of ryming with glee,
about whirly's and twirly's and things in the tree...
i started to think, to remember you see...
it's not meant to be fun, it's suppose to be easy...
i rymed and i rymed and an hour more past,
i knew the right one, but why use it at last?
i rymed for an hour, and then i asked help...
"what rymes with a rumble and contains no kelp?"
they looked at me puzzled, and looked at me strange,
i answered their quesitons with "yes i'm deranged"
they looked at eachother, and then back at me...
they tryed not to laugh as they nodded "we agree..."
what comes in 9 letters? stings & rymes with rumble and tree?
everyone turned and said bumblebee!
i looked back to them and i said yes i know...
but if i have the answer then i guess i must go
and then they realized the trouble with that
i started to leave, i first grabbed my hat...
and all looked down low, sad and in shame...
they wanted me there, to leave was insane...
then one of them stopped me, just as i left...
"what about umbleweed" as my arm she had clasped...
i turned back inside, "the spirit is back!"
"t'was all in this girl to put you on track..."
they smiled, some cheered, and others still wept...
majority rules, and so i am kept...
we started with root words, like weed, and like flea...
we worked on the sylobles, we worked you can see...
another hour past, it was getting quite late...
but when the end comes, we'll know it was fate...
soon there was nothing! no nothing else rymed!
we went through the list, we said are we blind!
"what if" we said, "that rumble and tree..."
"were meant as examples, not as they are to be..."
so rumble became noise, and tree became shrub
we didn't know what next so we went to the pub...
we sat for an ale, and got the bartender to think...
the longer he thought, the more that we drink...
the bartender said, on this he does think
that the answer is all in a night of free drinks...
we did not want to argue... i wouldnt' complain...
it's not my fault that the tender's insane...
first round, then another, then i said "no more!"
"i'm looking for words, not to become part of the floor..."
he said "you shouldn't try this, at least not in a pub"
"but the only thing that stings i can think would be a boyz club..."
i looked at him back with a squint in my eye,
"hey man, i don't think that that's the answer so bye"
with that i stood up, and stumbled out the door...
i felt like a tramp, just like a word whore...
so noise became sound and shrub became weed...
a knife caught my arm, i started to bleed...
i thought about hound, i thought "Hey why not?"
"as a pup it could sting, at least it's a thought..."
a ryme for sound weed, was not all that easy to find
walked down the street, i asked really kind...
i saw a street name, and what did it say?
and answer to what i'd been looking for that day!
"Finally a ryme!!! for sure i'm in need!!!"
the street name was amazing! it was "MoundBead"
i thouht to my self, but how can that sting?
what if sting was, another such thing
if sting really meant, pain, then then it could work
a mound is a bump, and bump's sometimes hurt...
but all in all really, that sound / weed thing sucked...
i started a rethink, and from my mind plucked...
so sound became song, and weed became plant,
so i started to sing, and i started to rant...
i started to talk to myself, so obnauxious and loud...
so many had gathered, i was responcible for this croud...
one yelled out to me, "why not bong?" "why not "sand?"
i looked in the croud, i saw the raised hand...
sand i had thought, could cause itch which is like pain
but to replace my words now, would be such a shame
but song stayed as was, and pain changed to itch
merdith brooks then screemed out "GUESS WHAT - I'M A BITCH!"
i tried out the password and guess what it worked!
at least it said error, invalid password you jerk!
i looked at her softly and said 'thanks but no'
i think she was confused, 'cause she wouldn't go...
and then i got bored, and couldn't go on...
it was 6 am... and shite, something's wrong
but soon coffee time, so now what to do...
i think i'll send it and see what'cha do...