Mime

Could this be so softly spoken in time,
I wonder if I've lost my mind.
All I here is this chime.
That I can't seem to find.

I find myself locked within this box with the mime.
Watching as this blind mime, try to mime.
I've found my way out as I climb out of this box,
I've only spoken for it's dime, since it rhymed.

This mime he was blinded and in the brox,
It's starting to look like I've been timed.
This mime he has a fox living in his apartment.
He seems to think he has rhymed himself out.

Our mime friend he lives above a department store,
He has seemed to find himself pouting, since he went an timed out.
He can't seem to find anymore words to rhyme.
This mime tried to go without miming.

He tired to get a part-time job,
There's no rhyme for miming, so I'll make up for my time,
This mime took the job for working with the mob,
He's taking up time with this rhyme.

It seeming like this rhyme, may never end
I continue to mime, just to pass the time.
It helps blend in the past
I have been trying to climb out of this box

You are the mime that makes everyone have a blast.
For some odd reason an ox shows up at your door,
I have a very vast idea.
I've become the bore.

Our mime I believe I named him Pia.
My bore was surrounded by his friend adornment.
I'm at the point with this poem, I say cia.
There's the door.