I’m looking forward to the furniture!
The furniture? Don’t you mean the future?
Okay. I’m looking forward to the furniture of the future.
Wow, but ironically; like an open wound needs a suture.
How? Apart from phonically, does that expression suit your face?
Being ‘wrong rhyme, wrong place?’
No. Just being wrong in the very first place!
A perfect rhyme, you clever goose;
Pray tell how ‘you’ did avoid the noose.
They sought me here
They sought me there
You wished you’d worn clean underwear?
Haha, you fool, you loon, you win
I must leave off when you-
I shall. Is there no future in the future?
Now there is a question
That hinders digestion.