Oh Purple

Majesty, royalty such dignity, a rarity Oh Purple, the color of the sun, the moon, the stars the fields, the granaries, the ponds, the vast kitchen, the nanny, granola bars [all under prune-tinted glasses of course] Wine, oh how fine! Denatured alcohol, I lie supine! Yahoo messenger headings, nails, telephones the inside of my ear, candy, colognes! Oh Purple, How I love you to death. But how often do I revert to gloom, for all these things, are beyond my credit debt 'tis the color of doom, rich in meaning and hue. the color of my room. a brooding cross between red and blue.