Ode To A Color That Sounds Like A Grandma’s Name

Mauve is a version of pink

That prettier than you might think.

It sounds like beigey-blue

But that’s just not true.

It was named for the mallow flower

And possesses an old-fashioned power

To make people yawn and complain.

It’s like a happy cocktail stain.

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