What again were those Middle English/Old English words that rhymed with"purple." I've searched the archives to no avail.

Thanks.

Brandon,
Perhaps you saw this in a thread--I had no luck in
Archives, either.
I can offer the word 'syrple'. YOU know, from the song:
"sugar's sweet and so's maple syrple"! Gotta go now!

Nope. No luck with any ME or OE words. The best I can do is 'carpool'. More an asination than a rhyme, though.

Purple carpool? Shades of flower power and Yellow submarine there.

hirple - [Scot] to walk lamely: hobble

I'm going to hirple in with my vorpal sword and repeat a verse posted elsewhere, just 'cuz...

To find a rhyme for silver
Or any other "rhymeless" rhyme
Requires only will, ver-
bosity, and time.
-unknown


"What's another word for Thesaurus?" -Steven Wright

More appropriately, tsuwm, what's another word for synonym?

I tried this link, with some interesting results:

http://www.rhymezone.com/

According to http://www.rhymezone.com

"Sorry, no perfect rhymes were found.
Try a word with a similar but slightly different ending."

The other night in my dreams
I saw a vision purple -
Moonlight shining, lovely mermaid
Shimmering in a merpool.

Two drawers they shared
marked "his" and "hers."
His painted blue; hers purple.

Two knobs affixed.
The blue was his.
The other one was her pull.

The mists did twist
The moon did wane
All swirled into a whirlpool
Black as myrtle berries grew
My blue-blown skies of purple

The Colo(u)r Purple

Brandon certainly set us a game
When he asked for a rhyme or a name
That when set against purple
Would not make the paper pull
Out of scansion’s sweet frame.

Grape soda comes not from a cow;
tsuwm loves its color: purple.
He's really wanting one right now--
When he gets it, then he slurp'll.

all right, what's all this then??

obviously purple was too easy a task -- let's have some o-rang-e poesy.

just use violet . . .

Compositing Jackie's poetry and an old old joke (If buttercups are yellow, what colour are hiccups?)

Grape soda comes not from a cow;
tsuwm loves its color: purple.
But what he doesn't like is how
The darn'd stuff makes him burple.

tsuwm, are you old enough to remember a kiddy television show called H.R. Puffinstuff (not sure this was how it was spelled) that played sometime in the late `60s early 70`s. The kid that played The Artful Dodger in the movie Oliver was in this show. It was determined that the only thing that rhymed with orange was porange. Oy, I feel old now.

>are you old enough to remember a kiddy television show called H.R. Puffinstuff?

actually that was a little after my time.

Grape soda comes not from a cow,
Tsu likes it no more, any how,
The latest challenge,
He's thrown is orange,
Orange - you glad for it now?

silver

don't say silver to an OP (old person)!

In reply to:

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don't say silver to an OP (old person)!

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Apparently, the phrase "silver surfer" is used by some UK OAPs to describe themselves once they get connected.

don't say silver to an OP (old person)!

silver dollar
silver-backed gorilla
silverfish
silverware
silver lining
Silver City
silver-tongued divil
Silver-me-timbers,
silvery isn't dead.

Once given a hint any twerp'll
Be able to rhyme lines with purple,
While adding run-ons means that orange
Is casually matched up with porringe-
rs - as you see - though for silver
Dyslexics must stand and edilver.

Anna

If in words' music you are a bilver,
To read these forced rhymes with words like silver,
Will hurt your ears and damage the lver,
And will leave you crying "Don't! Please! Dilver".

shanks and Avy,

I stand (nay, sit) behumbled. Thanks for your purple poetry.

purple poetry

pomes, pennyeach...

By Sickle Moonlight

the flickering sliver of silver in the river’s
not a fish,
it’s an elver.

and later, when it’s lovingly lifted, it’s
not a bike,
it’s an eelevator.




Silver & Orange: Surf viva all the fittest

A yellowing son of a silver suitor
Taught UK the Orange name;
BT was slow to heed the tutor -
Now daily loses the numbers game.

Silver surfers seek perfection
On mobile-modem telephones –
Their choice, for error-free connection:
The name now sold to Francophones!

The future’s bright, the future’s Orange -
The lesson of this telecoms tale?
Old friendships easily break, or hinge.
Old-fashioned (not just old) will fail.


(note to non-UK friends: Orange, a brand floated by Hutchinson Telecom of Hong Kong, was massively promoted in the UK with “The future’s bright… “ as their buy-line, much to the discomfiture of British Telecom which by inference got labelled as old-fashioned; now Orange is set to be a leading brand in European telecoms having been sold to France Telecom)

pomes, pennyeach


Priceless, no less, mav!

Priceless, no more, mav...

The kid that played The Artful Dodger in the movie Oliver

Somewhere from deep in the dank purplish recesses of my brain, there's a sudden shock of orange lined with the merest sliver of silver as...

Jack Wilde, was it?

I'm moderately awed/appalled that Puffinstuff (Puf'n'stuf?) has been a Transatlantic success. Even if it was back in the decade that taste forgot!

Spectacular stuff, mav. I'm prostrate.

>What again were those Middle English/Old English words that rhymed with"purple." I've searched the archives to no avail.

Roses are red;
Violets are purple,
sugar is sweet
And so is maple surple.

OK. Not very good. But I think you will agree that the following poems ARE good. I wish I could find the author to congratulate her:

In olden times, it could be decades before major events were cast in verse. But The Great 2000 Election Controversy is so big that a bunch of all-star poets have come out of retirement to quickly set the story to rhyme.

For starters, history buff Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

Listen, my children, don't dare ignore,
The midnight actions of Bush and Gore
In early November, the year ought-ought,
Hard to believe the mess they wrought.
Two billion bucks of campaign bounty
All came down to Palm Beach County.
What result could have been horrider
Than the situation we found in Florider?


Edgar Allen Poe is his usual gloomy self:

Once upon a campaign dreary, one which left us weak and weary
O'er many a quaint and curious promise of political lore
While we nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
As of some votes overlapping, energy-zapping to the core
"'Tis a mess here," we all muttered, as the network anchors stuttered,
Stuttered over Bush and Gore.
Could there be another election with such a case of misdirection,
One with such a weak selection, yet fraught with tension to the core?
Quoth the ravers, "Nevermore."

Or perhaps Nevergore. Ted

Britain's Edward Lear's limerick is lighter:

There once was a U.S. election
That called for some expert detection -
How thousands of pollers
Could become two-holers
Like outhouses of recollection.

Ditto Ogden Nash:

I regret to admit that all my knowledge is
What I learned at Electoral Colleges,
So tell me please, though I hate to troubya,
Will the winner be Al, or will it be Dubya?

Joyce Kilmer's a media analyst:

I thought that I would never see
The networks all so up a tree.
Walt Whitman is lyrical, as always:
O' Captain! My Captain! our
fearful trip's not done
The ship has weather'd every rack,
but nobody knows who's won.

Alfred Noyes rhythmically rumbles:

And still of an autumn night they say, with the White House on the line,
When the campaign's a ghostly galleon and both candidates cry, "'Tis
mine!"
When the road is a ribbon of ballots, all within easy reach,
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, Riding,
A highwayman comes riding, and punches two holes in each.



Dr. Seuss takes a look at election officials:

I cannot count them in a box
I cannot count them with a fox
I cannot count them by computer
I will not with a Roto-Rooter
I cannot count them card-by-card
I will not 'cause it's way too hard
I cannot count them on my fingers
I will not while suspicion lingers.
I'll leave the country in a jam -
I can't count ballots, Sam-I-Am.


Clement Moore adopts a holiday theme:

'Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the courts,
All the plaintiffs made stirring bad ballot reports.
Which leaves the problem:
Perhaps the best way to stop complaints that are raucous is
Start over again, with the Iowa caucuses.

perhaps this would be an appropriate moment to return to the topic of old; i.e., and to wit, old or middle english words rhyming with purple:

curple - the rump, buttocks

I'd be mair vauntie o' my hap, Douce hingin' owre my curple, Than... proud imperial purple. 1787 Burns