“Tick tock, Tick tock, Tick tock” 
The grey rustic clock sputtered 
Sitting on a forest green recliner with arms resting on each side 
Chandler slowly sips his Earl Grey tea 
 
In the corner of his eye, an orange ball emerges from the kitchen 
It ended up being Mr. Whiskers, Chandler’s tabby cat 
With its majestic orange fur coat bouncing up and down as he ran, 
Mr. Whisker leapt into the vacant spot on under Chandler’s arm 
 
A smile formed on Chandler's face as he gently scratched the cat’s ears 
A few minutes later, Mr. Whiskers leapt from the green recliner  
And went on his own mystical adventure 
Chuckling at the sudden departure, Chandler picks up his newly printed newspaper 
 
Big boldened black letters read: 
NEW, AFFORDABLE CARS AVAILABLE RIGHT NOW! 
As he flipped through the catalog, one masterpiece stood out to him 
Centered in the middle was a powerful jet-black Dodge 
 
Oh, how Chandler adores the loud ferocious roar of the Dodge 
His current car, a quiet neon red Toyota Corola 
Was one of the least complex cars in the world 
A simple car for a simple man 
 
However, a simple man can have complex dreams 
 
Once the morning ritual of reading the newspaper was done, 
Chandler put on his brown bomber jacket paired with a black fedora paired and black aviators 
Opening his door, he was greeted by an icy draft of wind 
A light powder of snow has covered everything around the city 
 
As Chandler opened his Toyota's door, John, Chandler's neighbor, waved hello 
Naturally, Chandler tipped his fedora and pulled out the driveway 
 
Some people say he works for CIA 
Or even the FBI 
The reality was that he worked at a shoe factory, and dressed sharply for every occasion