Five Men to Furnee

A funny poem, makes no sense!

Five men were walking to the grocery store
It was called Furnee, and they heard it was a vast galore
So then and there they began a journey
And marched bravely to Furnee

Charlie was the first of the pack
And sadly, he stepped on quite a large crack
He slipped and fell hard in his head
And had to be carried to a hospital bed

Morris had an aching back
And stayed behind the pack
He plopped tiredly on a green bench
A sign on the back said ‘WET PAINT’ in French!

Toby felt an instant urge
He wanted to have a chocolate splurge
But he was too hungry, and munched on a chocolate out of his stockpile
And lost the group after a while

The last two of the gang
Drove their Mustang
They spared their tiredness
But Furnee was closed!
They were left speechless

The next day was the Grand Opening
But the five men stayed at home
They were tired of their journey
To the marvelous Furnee