A Poem For a Purpose - By Fiona

Each poem must have a purpose; Each verb, each certain noun, fawning adjective, needs a place, a form, a hole, to fit. Purple is not a word for a poem, it has no place. "No rhyme?" say cat/rat/bat, "Outrageous" say sebaceous/herbaceous. So purple is resigned to prose. Purple must have a partner, a pair, a comrade To be worthy in the poem. Everyword must be accounted for. "But oh" says Purple, alone, "I am not alone." Look, see my face adorning royalty. See my majesty, my set-apart/set-aboveness. There is no one like me, and I am enough. Cat/bat/rat squirms at his feet.