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 over 3 years ago
Sing that one about Paul Bunyon’s Ox: Moo’ed Indigo.
Concretionist over 3 years ago
Too bad it’s not a wine-dark sea.
Ratkin Premium Member over 3 years ago
I’ll teal you what aqua you to sing.
gopher gofer over 3 years ago
he sings the blues because silence is aqua-rd…
Marc Poschman over 3 years ago
Must be Donovan.
Doug K over 3 years ago
Maybe you can change his mood if you can get him to paint a sunset.
Gent over 3 years ago
Guess who’s gonna get eaten first.
Nyckname over 3 years ago
So color the sky rose carmethene.
bugabaman over 3 years ago
Not sure that’s what the pigs-meant.
The Brooklyn Accent Premium Member over 3 years ago
He’s just cyan and moanin’ all the time.
Lightpainter over 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 over 3 years ago
“Well my YInMn’s gone and left me … "
ekke over 3 years ago
I guess this answers the question of which is the more eternal art form: visual or musical.
Lablubber over 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.”