Radar is Going to the Mall

Radar is going to go to the mall.
There he will have a dinner not small.
Of his chicken nuggets, he will eat all.
For that is how he became so tall.

Yet that is not why his pate is hairless.
No, that story is quite another mess.
He once fed a man to the monster in Loch Ness
For revealing the secrets behind his baldness.

I am not a man so brave.
Peace and security are things I crave.
Rhythm and meters are things I save
For those more deserving, not this knave.

But rhyming is something in which I delight.
It tickles my fancy and makes my thoughts take flight.
Not getting silly, however, try as I might,
Is something for which I must always fight.