Little Larry Lavender lived lavishly
Alliteration was his gleeful game
His house a vibrant purple pastiche
Pastelled to provoke prudish patrons
Of stodgy old fashioned fashion.
Oftentimes the courts would hear
Complaints of glaring gawdy glamour
Which they publicly pooh poohed promptly,
And privately pocketed Larry's encomiums
Given graciously for just such need.
For Larry liked livid neighbors
Languishing in lackluster loss
Of respect and righteous rule.
Larry Lavender loved letting lurid lights
Shine on the sallow smoldering scowls
Of his stuck up snobbish subdivision.
But, alas, they killed him.