Here stands a pair before me now
who want to make their marriage vow.
The groom's name is an awkward colour
Orange, but his bride is duller:
Purple is her name and I
must marry them. OK, I'll try.

Mr Orange, will you take
the first bite of your wedding cake
with this your new and violet bride
and stay forever by her side?

"I will", said he and put his ring
upon her lilac finger
Then I asked the plum-faced thing
if she with him would linger.

"Will you love for evermore-and-j
oin in wedded bliss with Orange?"
"Yes, OK" said she, "this twerp'll
be a husband unto Purple.

And all the congregation knew
(for they were coloured people too)
that, since the rings were gold and silver,
they would honeymoon in Manilva

For those who don't know where that is
it's down in Spain quite near Cadiz
where Orange is hers and Purple's his
for better or for worse.
As colours, both are fairly brash
I'm sure that sometimes they will clash.
and with that word I now must dash
and end this silly verse.