You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?
It is a strange coincidence indeed,
that the situation you describe
has actually occurred with me.
I kid you not.
The furniture, the books and the chart on the wall,
They were exactly the same as mine.
How could it be?
T’was student digs, my friend.
But it did not faze me.
What got my goat
(And concerned everyone else)
Is when the said inhabitants.
Started to mockingly mimic me,
And no, it was not pleasant to me.