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Clothes, Friends, and Fucking: satanpositive Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue feels-for-the-fictional I have been waiting for this post all my life marzipanandminutiae They are indeed purple But one thing you've missed The concept of "purple Didn't always exist. Some cultures lack names For a color, you see Hence good old Homer And his "wine-dark sea. A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold So roses are red. Violets once were called blue I'm hugely pedantic But what else is new? ineptshieldmaid My friend you're not wrong About Homer's wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You've given short shrift. The concept of purple My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold. By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree Meant that in Rome to wear purpura was a privilege reserved For only the emperor! The word purple', for clothes so fancy Entered English By the ninth century Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long Is almost magenta; More red than blue The concept of purple is old, and yet new The dye is red So this might be true Roses are purple And violets are blue squeeful While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple. Roses are red
Clothes, Friends, and Fucking: satanpositive
 Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue
 feels-for-the-fictional
 I have been waiting for this post all my life
 marzipanandminutiae
 They are indeed purple
 But one thing you've missed
 The concept of "purple
 Didn't always exist.
 Some cultures lack names
 For a color, you see
 Hence good old Homer
 And his "wine-dark sea.
 A usage so quaint,
 A phrasing so old,
 For verses of romance
 Is sheer fucking gold
 So roses are red.
 Violets once were called blue
 I'm hugely pedantic
 But what else is new?
 ineptshieldmaid
 My friend you're not wrong
 About Homer's wine-ey sea!
 Colours are a matter
 Of cultural contingency
 Words are in flux
 And meanings they drift
 But the word purple
 You've given short shrift.
 The concept of purple
 My friends, is old
 And refers to a pigment
 once precious as gold.
 By crushing up molluscs
 From the wine-dark sea
 You make a dye:
 Imperial decree
 Meant that in Rome
 to wear purpura
 was a privilege reserved
 For only the emperor!
 The word purple',
 for clothes so fancy
 Entered English
 By the ninth century
 Why then are voilets
 Not purple in song?
 The dye from this mollusc,
 known for so long
 Is almost magenta;
 More red than blue
 The concept of purple
 is old, and yet new
 The dye is red
 So this might be true
 Roses are purple
 And violets are blue
 squeeful
 While this song makes me merry,
 Tyrian purple dyes many a hue
 From magenta to berry
 And a true purple too
 But fun as it is to watch this poetic race
 The answer is staring you right in the face
 Roses are red and violets are blue
 Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
Roses are red

Roses are red