Before it was reality,
You dreamed it up, explained to me
The tulle goes here; that's Toil de Jouy
And this on top, it will be green.

I must admit: I thought you mad
To wish to make so bold a bag,
But simplifying made you sad,
So thus it was, and I was glad.

I wondered what your friends would say
When you walked in to school that day
But then, you know, it's quite a way
To make impressions sure to stay.

And then I saw it finally:
The most distinctive shade of green
Around the top, with black and cream
Or not quite cream; off-white it seemed.

And on it your initials three
Uniqueified the Toil de Jouy,
As if you needed anything
To cause someone to notice thee.