This is an improvisation based on Robert Frost's "The Vanishing Red".
Selected Stanzas - the entire poem, which can be found here..
The Vanishing Purple
"He is said to have been the last Purple Man
In Carrollton." And everyone laughed -
wildly clapping and screaming. The red-haired rotund
comic rushed backstage.
He pulled his coat from the closet, patting to be sure his keys and wedding ring
were still in the in the liner pocket.
On his way out the pub to the Square, a busty
old woman stopped him
and asked:
"What happened to the Purple folk?"
"They went back home. The mayor arranged it.
His brother works for the airlines."
"All of them?"
"Most."
"And what about the rest?"
"They worked for free at the sewage plant behind the college."
"And?"
"They died of lung cancer?"
"Oh. Wanna get outta here?"
"Sure. My car's out back."
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