Sebastian paused before a door refusing to behave.
With a groan he said, “This isn't Gucci. Can't it be fine?”
The hinge held fast, refusing to scrape or wave,
The handle refused to yield, never threatening to cave,
He tapped it once more, nodding. “Why? It’s all in line.”
With a groan he said, “This isn't Gucci. Can't it be fine?”
The hinge held fast, refusing to scrape or wave,
The handle refused to yield, never threatening to cave,
He tapped it once more, nodding. “Why? It’s all in line.”
Jimmy froze, reacting swiftly, on a hunch he inferred,
“Gucci?” he asked as his eyes burned with delight.
“There's luxury gear on hand! I’m built for what’s preferred.”
Jimmy bolted for fancy clothes, his confidence unstirred,
While Sebastian sighed, already fearing his friend's flight.
“Gucci?” he asked as his eyes burned with delight.
“There's luxury gear on hand! I’m built for what’s preferred.”
Jimmy bolted for fancy clothes, his confidence unstirred,
While Sebastian sighed, already fearing his friend's flight.
“This isn’t about high fashion,” Sebastian replied.
“The door has nothing to do with style. You're Wrong.”
Jimmy rushed back, scarves in hand as he cried.
He fastened tassels round the frame and loudly testified.
"It must earn that application; this fix-up’s coming on strong."
“The door has nothing to do with style. You're Wrong.”
Jimmy rushed back, scarves in hand as he cried.
He fastened tassels round the frame and loudly testified.
"It must earn that application; this fix-up’s coming on strong."
When he finished with the door the chaos was done,
It sparked Jimmy's spectacle of style, loud and heard.
Sebastian sighed and laughed; of course Jimmy won.
The plans for their day died when Jimmy’s begun,
He gave Jimmy a fancy hat, making it his third.
It sparked Jimmy's spectacle of style, loud and heard.
Sebastian sighed and laughed; of course Jimmy won.
The plans for their day died when Jimmy’s begun,
He gave Jimmy a fancy hat, making it his third.
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