In the city on the street, was a mime with silent feet.
The mime put on entertaining shows for the crowd, making sure he wasn’t loud.
He enjoyed what he did, and hasn’t spoken since he was a kid.
If trouble is to come, the mime should run.
Two thieves planned a crime, that plot even rhymed.
They were after money in the city’s biggest bank,
to get in they went to the top by using a crank.
It was late at night and only the mime was out,
he got a good look at the crooks no doubt.
One thief was caught, their only witness was distraught.
The mime had fear they would make him talk, they told him to take a walk.
Being on the streets so long the mime unfortunately lost his reading and writing skills,
but on his long walk he decided to talk out of good will.
Going back to the police station and expecting to talk,
there was no need because the other thief was captured and already cell locked.
The mime was happy to keep his silence, and that things did not come to violence.
The mime is still a hero though, even if you don’t think so.