Colors

I once was in an e-mail relationnship with some lady that owned a horse farm in Kentucky. I don't remember her name but she was fun to talk to since we both had a similar sense of humor and considered ourselves wordsmiths of a sort. We used to challenge each other to incorporate a color in a sentence and include another word that rhymed with it. Now with most colors this isn't any big deal. But, with some colors, it stretches your imagination to territory previously undiscovered. Anyhow, these are a few of the exchanges I can remember.

Mauve:
Good day sir!. My name is Lady Chatterly and I just hauve to buy that mauve gown in the window.

Purple:
Now, to my knowledge there is no word that rhymes with purple. But this is what I came up with. There's a convenience store on the corner called Stop 'n Shop and they offer a drink similar to a slurpee and call it a slurpul. So my sentence went like this...I stopped at Stop 'n Shop the other day and bought a grape drink....for 99 cents I got a 32 oz purple slurpul. Ta da!

Orange:
Just as bad as purple. There is no way to rhyme it but my friend Tommy helped me out. Tommy, his real name was Etienne D'Orange. His family emigrated from Quebec and bought a farm down the road next to the Gustaffason place. One day me and Jimmy Reilly went down to Tommy's to kill some time. Tommy came up with the brilliant idea to sneak his Dad's truck and take it for a joyride across the field. Sure why not, I thought (that damned thinking again). So the 3 of us jumped in the truck and took off. Tommy decides he's going to drive across this field a few miles down the road. I tell Tommy that it's probably not a good idea. If we get stuck there would be hell to pay. Tommy says that there's been no rain for a few days and the field has to be dry...not a problem. So, off we go and about 50 yards in the back wheels of the truck begin to sink. Tommy has this look on his face that most people only get right before they die. Some kind sound comes out of his lips and I know he's a goner. He just keeps repeating his name D'Ornge DOornge D'Ornge ....and Jimmy and I start cracking up. Tommy didn't think it was so funny. Oh fuck! Stuck in the muck with daddy's truck, I'm a dead man. Now Jimmy and I just lose it. We're laughing so hard we're afraid we're going to wet ourselves. So I tell Tommy...you're Daddy's going to kick your butt, but you have to be glad that you didn't take the D'Ornge orange Caddy!

We traded these little quips for a couple of months and then the lady from Kentucky didn't come on anymore. But it was fun while it lasted.