Bloo

I was walking up the street today, and was thinking of what I could make for dinner.
Potatoes? Potatoes.
As I was walking, I was stopped by an odd wrinkly encounter.
He was an old, decrepit, handicapped man that looked helpless in his lonesome wheelchair.
He looked like a widow. Sad and lonely he lived in his little cottage at the top of the hill. He was wearing a short sleeved Tasmanian devil shirt with a blue cap on his head. It's cold outside, I was worried about him. He was wearing those big old man glasses you usually see old middle aged 60-year-old men wear, and blue jeans. He had big ears that looked like saucers that could spin away off of his head at any moment. I turned, moved my hair out of the corner of my eye to get a better look at him. I squinted my eyes, and he saw me.
"Hey there, young miss, how do you do? My name is Lou and my favorite color is BLUE!"
I was wondering if he was trying to rhyme or it was just a weird coincidence. "I see that.." I said. "Where do you live, up above? On the hilltop like me?" he said questionably. "Yes, yes I do, Lou." I said with hesitance. He laughed and giggled and bounced in his wheelchair. "You rhymed!" he yelled. He started crying a little bit, I could see his unwanted tears welling up inside of his yellowish eyeballs. "My wife used to rhyme, all..the..time.." he said with his head hanging down to his chest. "I'm sorry, Lou! I wish there was something I could do!" SHIT, I just rhymed again. "Be on your way, I wish you could stay, but it just..can't be that way." He said, rhyming..again. "Okay!" I said, trudging up the hill. I felt so horrible. I wish I would've stopped rhyming, but it was contagious! Ever since the first sentence Lou said to me, almost everything I said to him rhymed! I thought about it all night, walked back down the hill at 2 a.m. and saw Lou sitting in his wheelchair, frozen and dead. I was so sad, and started crying. I forgot my cell phone and I couldn't call for help. He locked himself out of the house. All I could think was, at least he died his favorite color.