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.