Purple is prose and as we all know
English is not a tongue neat.
Words are alive, and flexible, they jibe
And from our sick brains they meet:
Rhyming with purple to the lexicon burgle,
And remember thereās more than just herbal
(Alternatively impurple )
And we can also enrage! Bepurple!
You canāt ride a horse without a good curple
Or youāll fall and then walk with a hirple.
Donāt forget plurals, for varied are purples,
and besprinkleāthatās called disperple.
Although that seems strange,
Recall Burkel, Myrtle, and Urkel!
You donāt want your blood to go curdle!
And if unspayed is fertile,
But never as much as a gerbil.
With clothes we have kirtle
And donāt forget girdle
Or how babies will gurgle
I think we could keep going in circles.