There once was a femme called Jeanne.
With Pietro she gave birth to a little lamb.
The lamb was clothed and everyone flocked and so was born the house of Lanvin.
The house grew but fell and looked like a bit of a sham.
So then a saviour came in the form of Mrs Wang from Taiwan.
She found a man called Alber Elbaz and let him free to play with Lanvin.
At S/S 09, he tried to trick us with his simple plan.
Chic cloque and silk ensembles came down the runway and impressed the rows of madames.
But the glints were there all along on the shoes that were shining as much as they possibly can.
When the leopard print dresses and flower paillettes came flourishing our way, we knew Elbaz was a clever man.
For sad times are ahead and escape is all we can do and so I am off to join Lanvin’s sparkly clan.
P.S. Did ya know it’s National Poetry Day tomorrow and yes, my poetry is quite shite.