The Jacket:
the clothier is speaking first :
The Jacket has a certain flair the cuffs are French oh sire they blanch
when viewed from the side they staunch old wounds they positively howl...
The Jacket:
the emperor is reply
Are you sure that these cuffs are French eye simply LOVE the French
they make those ruffled potatoes and call them fries.
I LOVE to shoot these cuffs and preen and watch the Lady as she smiles.
The Lapels:
the clothier
the lapels are double wide to hide thy royal girth from mirth from jesters
as they toss the thorny crown underneath thy feet to trample under...
The Lapels:
the emperor
These wide lapels shall do just fine I LOVE to hook my thumbs in them with pride
and dance my way to where the Lady sits and smiles.
The Pants:
The clothier
the pants are pantaloons and round where they fit in areas of grotesque
anatomy such as an Empire dweller such as yourself seems to have
in the overabundance of wealth
The Pants:
the emperor
These pantaloons are round and very tight upon some parts of me
it makes me feel like quite the clown
but leave it as it seems they made the Lady smile again
The Lady:
as she frowns
leave off knave and let me tell the emperor the truth
the suit of clothing that you have been weaving
is in truth his birthday suit
The clothier:
in chagrin
thou hast blew it milady the emperor shall never have me again
The emperor:
mollycoddle chasten and depress
in truth I knew it was but a jest the wind was blowing against my chest
the cuffs were American not French
the color of the pantaloons was off
The Lady was smirking in a frown and not a smile.
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