My French Fairytale

Once upon a Mime

In a glass box far away

There was a striped shirt named Irving

He was fairly content

Though he often found

Rubbing against a Mime's nipples unnerving

Still he climbed those fake ladders

And tugged those fake ropes

Until both the Mime's armpits were damp

And irving thought to himself

"Wow I really am lucky

When I consider what sweats in those pants!"

The End :)