Poorly (Written) Poetry # 4 Plime of Mime, Crime, and Lime

Plime was a mime,
He could not chime,
He would mime,
How to climb.

Plime has done crime,
He had done the time,
'Cause he didn't have the dime,
So he lived in the grime,
Of crime.

Plime liked to rhyme,
While he baked his lime,
But it always turned into slime,
When he baked his lime,
But they divime.

(The last word is divine, but to ryme it is now to be addressed as divime.)