Poet's Reflection

I sit with pen from time to time
And try to think up little rhymes.
I try and rhyme a word like ‘climb’
With something rather asinine.
I come up with a word like ‘slime’
And think that that would do just fine.
I put the words into a line
And try to make it sound divine.
But sometimes it can be a crime
To try and make two words align,
For what does such a word as ‘climb’
Have anything to do with ‘slime?’