Once upon a time
Once upon a time,
I stepped on half a dime.
For the other half, I searched the playground,
but wished for a pound.
I stumbled and so flied the half dime,
in a curve ended in a lily pound.
I heard giggles as resonating as chime,
before I turned my body around.
It is the girl from my neighbor,
in her hands a snow-white lily flower.
She shrouded me with a smell of thyme,
and left on my bruised lips a taste of lime.