Sweet Maria, recliner, when those ponderments turned paludal, I almost broke my own leg.
Ah, yes, armchair, I feel I am becoming all the more hoary with each sitting of the boring.
Oh, recliner, if only trouserdom were not, as well, drowserdom.
Ha, for sure, armchair. But, let us hope that falsidical features do not fix into a more fearful fall. ; )