The colour who wouldn’t rhyme
There was blue who knew he rhymed with glue
There was red who was as soft as a bed
There was Yellow who was nice and mellow
Green who was angry and mean
Pink who liked a sink
But orange and purple were left out
Were as angry as a spout
They asked and requested
But they knew they were bested
The red noticed and decided
That they should be rhymed
He told orange that he rhymed with dorange
And he told purple that she rhymed with murple
They were happy
THE END
Love your poem Lucas! It is funny and clever :)
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