velour and wool

how do you get away with that? he asked
what? i asked, in return. velour, he said,
velour and wool, how do you do that? but
it isn't velour, i said, and i rubbed the nap
and had to reconsider the definition of
velour. i still don't think it is velour, i said.
i think it is, he said. and wool, that is wool.
well, it's some form of spun plastic, i thought
but couldn't see the point of a long drawn
out diatribe on the nature of the beast, or
the beast's clothing, so i mumbled something
incoherent. probably about wool. and i couldn't
for the life of me think of an answer to how
i managed to "get away with" velour and
wool, so i left. and the night was cold. but
i was warm. you see. velour and wool...