The winning in the Purple Prose category for the 2011 Bullwer Lytton contest was, “As his small boat scudded before a brisk breeze under a sapphire sky dappled with cerulean clouds with indigo bases, through cobalt seas that deepened to navy nearer the boat and faded to azure at the horizon, Ian was at a loss as to why he felt blue.”
eromlig about 3 years ago
Sing that one about Paul Bunyon’s Ox: Moo’ed Indigo.
Concretionist about 3 years ago
Too bad it’s not a wine-dark sea.
Ratkin about 3 years ago
I’ll teal you what aqua you to sing.
gopher gofer about 3 years ago
he sings the blues because silence is aqua-rd…
Marc Poschman about 3 years ago
Must be Donovan.
Doug K about 3 years ago
Maybe you can change his mood if you can get him to paint a sunset.
Gent about 3 years ago
Guess who’s gonna get eaten first.
Nyckname about 3 years ago
So color the sky rose carmethene.
bugabaman about 3 years ago
Not sure that’s what the pigs-meant.
The Brooklyn Accent about 3 years ago
He’s just cyan and moanin’ all the time.
Lightpainter Premium Member about 3 years ago
He should be singing about how his paint dried out, and it doesn’t matter what color he is out of. Salt water isn’t going to help, either.
dfischer348 Premium Member about 3 years ago
“Well my YInMn’s gone and left me … "
ekke about 3 years ago
I guess this answers the question of which is the more eternal art form: visual or musical.
Lablubber about 3 years ago
The winning in the Purple Prose category for the 2011 Bullwer Lytton contest was, “As his small boat scudded before a brisk breeze under a sapphire sky dappled with cerulean clouds with indigo bases, through cobalt seas that deepened to navy nearer the boat and faded to azure at the horizon, Ian was at a loss as to why he felt blue.”