Two skirts and two bras
Long long time ago, there were two skirts.
One day, a skirt said to another skirt, «how about staying here for the week, juste as a trip!»
The second skirt hesitated, «we can stay as we can?»
«Always look on the bright side of the life! Let’s try! »
Suddenly two big bras entered, they cried, «WHO ARE YOU?»
The skirts were surprised, and dared to answer, «Your Majesty, I’m DKNY, she’s Monoprix, my younger sister.»
The bigger bra cried, «I don’t care! I’m the KEY! »
Another big bra cried, «Elisabeth, get them of the Kingdom! We Scotland belongs to you, and so does Ireland! »
Then Ireland lost these two skirts.
Ireland is independent, but sometimes it seems belong to the KEY, I mean the bigger bra.
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One day, a skirt said to another skirt, «how about staying here for the week, juste as a trip!»
The second skirt hesitated, «we can stay as we can?»
«Always look on the bright side of the life! Let’s try! »
Suddenly two big bras entered, they cried, «WHO ARE YOU?»
The skirts were surprised, and dared to answer, «Your Majesty, I’m DKNY, she’s Monoprix, my younger sister.»
The bigger bra cried, «I don’t care! I’m the KEY! »
Another big bra cried, «Elisabeth, get them of the Kingdom! We Scotland belongs to you, and so does Ireland! »
Then Ireland lost these two skirts.
Ireland is independent, but sometimes it seems belong to the KEY, I mean the bigger bra.
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