Walking across the sitting room, I turn the television off...

I haven't updated this for a while, because I can never think of anything to say. And I still can't think of anything to say, so here is some of my poetry for you. I hope you all like it. I call it "Purple", and it is an exploration of my inner self.


Ever wondered why nothing rhymes with purple?
Only made up words such as shlurple,
and shlurple is as real a word as wurple,
is which is just as bad as turple,
but not quite as awful as lurple,
which is only marginally better than hurple.
O, why does nothing rhyme with purple?

I thank you.