A Rhyme – to Rhyme – with Rhyme

I never Will forget the Time,
That I Pulled out a Nasty Dime,
From some Gooey Purple Slime,
Then Decided it was Mine,
It is Really not a Crime,
To take and Wash off all that Grime,
And Bring it Back into its Prime,
Without the Use of one Enzyme,
With Elbow Grease and Pantomime,
Was Sent to Live in Anaheim.

I’m sure I’m not the First in Line,
To write A Rhyme – To Rhyme – With Rhyme.