Something Purple Poem by Richard D Remler

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Something purple
Went kahbloom
And kerpootled
The entire room,
With ishy wishy
Gishy goo
That turned an
Ishy gishy blue.

It covered all the
Classroom walls,
And skooshled down
The Classroom floor.
It smooshled into
All the halls
And right up to
The Office door.

And Mrs. Plisk,
She rose a stink
When the ishy purple
Blue turned pink.
And Mr. Brooks,
Who didn't care,
Pretended that he
Wasn't there.

And Mary Mervis
Mellon giggled
Every single shade
Of glad.
To her,
The color purple
Wasn't even nearly
Half as bad
As a School room
Without it,
And it sure
Brightened up
Her day.
And so Mary Mervis
Mellon giggled
Primely in her
Mary way.

But Philmont Bleu
Didn't share a peep,
Not an inkling
Of a word.
He hid there
In his locker deep,
Unseen and
Never heard.

He had not intended
For his purple
To go so osh kahbloom.
To oosh and goosh
And smoosh
The school halls
To every room.
He had not planned
For it to splat
All over Mr. Treckle's hat.
Or to turn that ickly,
Sickly blue -
No, that
Was extra,
Extra new.

And when it turned
Three shades of pink,
Philmont Bleu
Began to think
Those thinking thoughts
That take the stage
Whenever Grown-Ups
Turn the page.

"I didn't do it, "
Philbert said,
Denial dancing
In his head.
"And I'll make my case.
I'll prove it too,
When it turns back
To Ishy Blue! "



Copyright © MMXIIIRichard D. Remler


*A Children's Tale**