A thief who saw a lime

On the night of the crime
there was a light chime
followed by a mime
who was cleaning imaginary grime
The thief unknowing of the time

Saw a very green lime
Sitting still as a dime
atop of a badly placed rhyme
with little Thyme
left he made a climb
and fell on to the Prime

Now dazed and confused seeing the sublime
he dreams of a lime
spending his dime
trying to shorten his jail time

The End

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