Roses are blue
Violets are red
Wait that didn't sound right
Common arrowhead

Roses are red
Violets are purple
It's not blue
Purple doesn't rhyme with anything

Roses are red
Violets are orange
There's a rhyme for that this time
It's called the hills of Blorenge

That spelling may be wrong
Please leave me a comment
There's no perfect rhyme for comment
Purple still doesn't rhyme with anything

When it comes to poems
I'm terrible at them
The comments are hateful
And the hand melts my M&Ms. 

Does anything make sense?
Purple and orange, red and blue?
Then I forgot the other colors,
As I hit with gloom. 

What about black, and white, and yellow?
You shouldn't ever forget pink, my fellow!
Cyan, gray, spelled with E or A,
I was confused, this became such a confusing day!

Black rhymes with blank
Pink rhymes with rink
I was making assumptions,
Of an eye, with a blink!

For black doesn't resemble anything,
And pink is for girls!
Just like a skating rink,
Only females in the ice twirl!

I finally calm down,
After what seemed like an endless rant,
I was making weird assumptions,
Like an exterminator with a dead rat. 

I sat down at the hills of Blorenge
As beside me is a tree of oranges
I see the sunset, shimmering with light
Hiding the dark earth that we call the night. 

As I sit relax and wonder in dread
With my head down, my heart without honor
Then I just realized, I forgot green
For it isn't a creative color.