Wooden Box

Wooden Box In my deep deep wooden box I keep: in triumphant completion of something’s; depending on whethers; keyboards with buttons who don’t make notes audible to the human ear; descriptions and reports on equipment and clothing for a specific activity; a few arrogant diplomats; cutlery who aren’t consistent with or aren’t in harmony or aren’t unanimous with cutlery sets; pompous ducks who scribble notes concerning the annoying to them smell of chimney smoke not in an unobtrusive manner; and finally people who use the word “consequently” ad nauseam. However the box isn’t locked. They can come and go as they wish.