Colorful Poetry

(I’m on my netbook saying random things.)

Me: *reading aloud a quote* “Name your daughter Orange, so no boy can write poems about her.”

Cousin: “What do you mean?”

Me: “Well, orange doesn’t rhyme with anything.”

(My cousin tries for a few seconds.)

Sister: “That’s the same for purple and silver.”

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