I am not aware of any English language words (or words of other languages either) that rhyme with the word 'purple'. I am taking steps to address this poetic dilemma. I have begun compiling a list of words that I have invented which will rhyme with 'purple'.
These words are from my "Frustrated rhyming poets Urple dictionary".
Burple - the sounds babies make as they simultaneously gurgle and burp, chuckle and chortle.
Curple - when a baby emits vomit during a burple, and the vomit resembles curdled milk (either in appearance or odour).
Clerple - a group of religious leaders (derivation from 'ample clergy' )
Errple - (1) Ample errors (2) the action of making lots of mistakes
Furple - to try on clothing products made of animal skin; sampling fur [fur sample]
Hurple - to pull a muscle whilst hurdling, but to struggle bravely onward to the finish the race, (usually) by hopping on one leg.
Jerple - An example of a jerk.
Surple - the remaining duo, or the last two people in the dance hall to be partnered when all the other people have paired up. [ surplus couple]
Stirple - The office prank of mixing different sized staples in a colleague's staple supply container ('stirring staples').
Urple - (1) Those words invented by writers, or others, to suit their needs. (2) The action of poets (etc) creating words to suit their rhyming needs.
Xerple - Very dry (ample xero- )
Zirple - (1) Gold coloured [ ample zircon], (2) excessive gold accessories (3) people who adorn themselves with excessive gold accessories (4) the act of accessorising excessively with gold.
There are bound to be more, but you get the idea. Feel free to use these words in everday life, thus promoting their existence. If you think of any more to add to this collection, please feel free to put them in the guestbook. Remember to add your name if you wish to be credited with your new word invention. Good luck!
above in the Urple dictionary. Take a minute to read through the list above before reading this poem.
A post urple-study poem
My throat was feeling xerple, as my car stopped with a lurch.
In front of me crossed clerple, who were heading to the church.
I gave a dangerous burple, but the warning came too late,
then like a flash, a curple powered forth to seal my fate.
The dashboard now was dripping, and the odour was obscene.
I feared I'd cop a whipping, 'cause the car she lent was clean.
This trip was worse than tripping. I was not sure what to do.
A thought occured of skipping town, to start my life anew.
This car was her obsession. She loved it more than most.
It was her new prize possession, as she'd often proudly boast.
How could I break it to her that I'd been a classic jerple.
Perhaps if I could woo her; or take her out to furple.
But surely this was madness. She shouldn't need to zirple.
We'd loved through joy or sadness, since we first met as a surple.
I'd tell her that I loved her so. (This plan was rife with errple.)
When I got home to tell her, though, she beat me black and purple!
(c) MrsMyth
