I suffer from pareidolia and make up characters based on the faces I see. (4/7)

Yeah, I’m Frankie the furnace, who’s askin’?

Short arms with anger fueled by fire, a bowler hat is my only attire.

Burning wood is what I do.

For cookin’ stew or warming you.

But don’t feed me too much I’m warning you.

I’m an earnest furnce, and frankly,

I couldn’t care less about burning you.

What do you think?


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