Poet's Poem

I scaled a hill to see the shine
Of the morning sun sublime.
At halfway up a talking mime
Was standing with a wooden sign.
It said ‘Sweet Pies For Just A Dime’
“10 cents,” he cried, “but for you nine!”
I checked his goods and had to whine-
They looked like nothing more than grime.
“Key lime,” I cried, “It’s just green slime!”
“If you’ll excuse me, I must climb.”