The Duchess's choice upsets the Duke.

Robert Harper

"What on earth possessed you woman?
I am going into a battle not a brothel.
There I am on a snorting black stallion,
and wearing pink boots with white daisies on them.
It is just not going to wash with the men.
They expect something in patent
black leather with silver buckles.
Everyone would follow a pair
of dashing boots into battle,
but this pink moulded mass
produced plastic rubbish,
quite frankly lacks taste,
and I know what you are going to say

"never let good taste stand in the way of style",

but I don't care what the stylist says
I am not wearing those
pink wellingtons to Waterloo,
and that is final."

"Oh go on.
You know you like them really."

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