In sooth, A suit suits me not, Nor does a suit soothe me a lot. I am no snoot, But it makes me feel like a brute. After a pursuit, I did find out that a suit is definitely not smooth; Oh, shoot! It feels like a layer of soot, Probably like a bag of jute Without the color of Groot! I shall no longer hoot about my suit As I always scoot up to fruitful roots, But y'see, this poem bears no fruit. What is that you say? Season 6 is en route? G'bye, I'm off to watch the Suits.