To those insisting they know words designating colors
but lacking any rhymes, guest poetaster Biv says, "Nonsense!"
Larry has a little lamb. Indeed, he has a chilver.
As send up of the Mask'd Man's horse, he calls his chilver "Silver."
Yeasts 'n' rusts 'n' chanterelles: each fungus sports a sporange.
Some sporanges glow bowling green; rust sporanges look orange.
Rhyming words arrive in herds when mispronounced is 'beige.'
Your 'sage' won't do, nor 'gauge' won't, too. (But note the color 'greige.'*)
* A blend of grey and beige.
There's wedgies and there's towel snaps, the noogie and the nurple.
Each snap leaves joke butt's buttocks blue; each nurple leaves tits purple.
Among the young of Alcidae...? The puffling and the auklet.
The puffling's cock-a-doodle blue. The auklet's hue...? Milk choc'late.
A Queen of Crime is Ngaio Marsh, whose fav'rite bloom's the violet.
Don't wonder, then, at shades of walls in rooms for rent that Ngaio let.
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