Purple
I woke up this morning and there were purple flowers everywhere.
The sky was purple.
The grass was purple.
I saw a purple squirrel climb a purple tree.
I heard a car horn, beep beep.
Guess what, y’all?
That car was purple, too.
My oh my, how can that be?
Everything is purple I see.
What is the reason?
What is the rhyme?
Could the answer be?
I got it!
My midnight snack, a Purple Cow.
Not one, two, but three.
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Shades of Dr Seuss…
Or Shel Siverstein!
Love the playfulness and unexpected imagery in this one.
I love a poem that talks back to another poem.