So, Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue,

So, roses are red, violets are blue,

But purple, oh purple, what can we construe?

A challenge for poets, a linguistic feat,

To find the right words, make the rhyme sweet.

In the poetic tapestry, where colours may blend,

The challenge persists, a riddle to send.

For in the world of verses, where rhymes find their place,

Purple remains elusive, a linguistic chase.

Yet, in the realm of creativity, minds may unfold,

A rhyme for purple, a story untold.

So, roses are red, violets stay blue,

And the quest for the perfect rhyme continues anew.

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.