Hundredth

Hasn't slept
In two whole days
Or maybe more
His life's a haze
Of essays, notes and
Evaluations galore
If only sleep
Work did not deplore.
This post's significant
One might say
It's the hundredth verse
Hooray.

Purple

Purple: the word which never rhymes
Stands like a vampire behind closed blinds
Avoiding light, lest he be devoured
Like milk and cereal before a shower
Purple: the bane of rhyming verse
Better shut away, like the vampire in his hurst
Whatever word proceeds purple first
Never succeeds in putting an end to verse
With such aptitude as purple's curse
Be it poem, novel, essay, or journal
Purple will never cease to curdle

I think the point the author is trying to make is that no matter the level of skill applied to rhyming the lexis 'purple,' it can't be done. Ironic perhaps.

My Day in Verse

A typical Saturday, in verse

Miss

Locomotive

Wait for

Locomotive

Board

Locomotive

Travel on

Locomotive

Do things, do things, do

Things

Wait for 

Locomotive

Travel on 

Locomotive

Leave 

Locomotive

Return

Home, home, home

Notice the recurring theme of the lexis 'locomotive' really gives the piece a sense of movement and spontaneity. Splendid.