Hymie the Rhyming Mime

A goofy thing I did years ago that still makes me chuckle

Hymie the mime took one day at a time

I didn't like him, I thought he was slime

I considered a mime as committing a crime

That is until he started to rhyme

He'd rhyme with his hands,he'd rhyme with his feet

But he still wouldn't talk, he wouldn't cheat

He'd even be rhyming while trying to eat

Horrid to watch, but it was quite a feat

He'd rhyme while pretended to be in a box

He'd rhyme while he faked pulling up socks

He'd rhyme while feigning to wind up some clocks

nothing could stop him, we even threw rocks

He had to keep rhyming, he couldn't stop

He'd rhyme through the day 'till exhausted he'd drop

He'd stand there and do it in front of my shop

Thats why I decided to complain to a cop

They took him away and peered at his brain

His penchant for rhyming was causing such strain

He started to think "My career's down the drain!"

As the regular mimes looked on with disdain

The doctors decided that nothing was wrong

they gave him some aspirin and moved him along

"back with the police is where you belong"

He feared that in jail he'd be before long

They took him before a judge name of Lime

"Rhyming mimes are a crime! Your doing time!"

"Lock him up in the big house with the rest of the slime"

and up to the prison he started to climb

They locked him away, buried the key

But he picked the lock and was suddenly free

He hid in the forest amongst some debris

But sadly, poor Hymie was squished by a tree

they buried him deep, deep in the ground

The preacher looked up, pondered and frowned

"If a tree falls, and no one's around

and it lands on a mime, does he make a sound?"