One?
Correct, so what do I win?
Would you like one of Madame Pepperwinkle’s famous french silk pies?
Will it shine a rayon my tawdry life?
Don’t you know I rather think it twill?
Sew can you needle her into cutting me a slice?
Would you mind if I ask her if weave got enough to share?
Think she’ll say sew?
Do you think she’ll understand the thread of this conversation?
Don’t you know I think so, but don’t get khaki?
Would you call that pun well-plaid?
Wool, did you cotton to it?
If puns were a river, would you tell me to Nile on?
Continuing in that stream of thought, when would you want to call it quilts?
Do you think I’m gonna take this crepe?
Did you want to clothes this then?
Do you gauze know how many I enjoy this verbal knit-picking?
Do you think we’ve told a good enough yarn then?
Isn’t it good we have denim-ble minds for these jokes, even if our posts sometimes o-burlap?
Can you per-suede me to stay a little bit longer?