Answer: Not Much
Our color-tour continues.
Part of the mystic lure of purple:
It has no rhyme except for hirple.
‘Walk with a limp’ is hirple, defined,
So let’s hirple along and see what we find.
When Hubble revealed this scene of purple,
My heart did verily sing and burble.
Closer to home, I turn to my sink—
With such fine gloves, why should I shrink?
Bumbling bee upon my duranda
Found more pollen than he planned ta.
Catalogs are full of purple—
With all my soul I want this myrtle.
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Purple persuasion, tightly it clings—
tiny Spring Vetch–affection it brings.
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A Prairie Nymph blooms just one day—
One blink of an eye, then goes away.
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Pinewood Lily, or Purple Pleat—
The flair of this one’s hard to beat!
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Here I stand on Blazing Star—
A Katydid is what I are.
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Birdfoot Violet, gentle and small
Arms wide open to bless you all.
Purple cow upon the lea,
A few more rhymes and then you’re free!
Violet shrinks while lavender twinkles,
Magenta inks and periwinkles,
Likeable lilac, quiet mauve,
Orchid blooming ever suave,
Thistle-cones by country gate,
Tasty grapes upon a plate–
May our hearts be lifted by myriad purples,
May our steps be strong, with minimum hirples.
Everlasting Arms 