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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