My niece Julia is a little poet!
Purple sounds like jazz at the coffee house
Smells like a new sharpie marker
Tastes like burnt broccoli
Purple is the bite from when you were two
I bet you anything if there was a word for the Loudest and most Obnoxious color,
Purple would win
Purple is coaxing someone to do the dare
The stack of rubbish on your floor
A glum Thursday when you fail the test
Purple is the long talk with your parents after your detention
The rusty bike sitting in the rain for the third night in a row
Poem by Julia ~ Grade 3
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