I’m really going to 
make this one rhyme,
sort through words’
dirt and grime
for the sheer sake of 
poetic petty crime,
in meter, en pointe
with a squirt of lemon, a
bit o’ lime 

hey
did you know 
in my prime 
I was a mime?

before that
an enzyme

let’s catch up,
maybe next time…

cc: CC ‘23