RHYME

Once upon a time, there was a time of rhyme, and the time of rhyme was like committing a crime. Committing a crime in rhyme time was to steal limes. These limes were special and were covered in slime. The slime was the prime chime of the mimes. I have run out of rhymes and now I don’t have any more time, and none of this made any sense worth a dime.