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