“It’s purplefect!” Loom liked to say
Of the enticing things
Found day-to-day

That might not have been fit for kings
But fit her purplefect array
Like a six fingered glove

On a five fingered hand,
Perfect with an extra bit to love,
Perfect with something unplanned,

Perfect with more in between
That might not be in much demand
But to Loom was purplefectly seen.