Posted by The Baron on September 17, 2003 at 23:03:48:
In Reply to: Re: One of our children is missing his hand posted by rachel, the displaced narbist on September 17, 2003 at 22:59:43:
: : Does anyone know of anything that rhymes with "purple?"
: no, but i know a rhyme for orange:
: great, huh? anyway...haven't read or seen color purple, but since that doesn't matter...just make the damn thing an ode to Barney, the purple dinosaur! your professor will love that, i'm sure. also, you forgot the second rule of poetry: the title has to be included in the poem! silly! third rule only applies to goth/emocore poetry, which is that you must include words like "abyss, endless, despair, suffering" and make rhymes like "cry/die" or "bad/mad/sad/dad"...you get the idea. anyway, now for your literary enjoyment, i present:
: Something Purple This Way Comes
: Now here's a story, long ago
: At lunch-time I went to the forest to eat
: The trees were swaying to and fro'
: The green grass, a carpet, beneath my feet.
: So cool and calm, the day was fine
: It made me glad to be alive
: A breeze did blow, the sun did shine;
: I had no idea what was about to arrive.
: Then a silence came, though the trees did sway,
: The birds stopped singing, the bugs their hums
: I heard a shout from far away:
: "Something purple this way comes!"
: A group of small children were singing a song
: And from their midst there came a ROAR!
: A creature approached from within the throng...
: A great big purple dinosaur!
: He began a new song and used his own tune
: The meaning, plain as day to see
: With sentiments as warm as June
: About "I love you and you love me"
: It went on for minutes that seemed like a week
: At the sticky-sweet message my stomach did sicken
: I wanted to protest, but could not speak
: While my anger rose and my pulse did quicken
: His nose, I broke it o'er my knee
: Then with a loud cry he exhaled his breath
: I smashed him into the nearest tree
: My only desire was his expedient death
: Now the dinosaur's dead, his message daunted
: My actions have reached a level of fame
: Yet still with the memory I am haunted
: Of when something purple this way came.
: wow, i really don't want to do my homework. but look what a half hour can accomplish!
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