you might have thought there was no wordthat would've rhymed with orangebut there's a mountain where i livecalled the mighty blorenge half a ***** of a cleavageblaenavon nestles deepa baize of fern and heatherwhere we go ******* sheep

Since I've been writing, its been just great

Except for the one thing that I surely do hate

My family says that, I am speaking in rhyme

Not just right now, but all of the time

I can not simply, just ask for the juice

Without a poor imitation of the great Dr. Suess

But wait, on my site, there is prose, so you say

Oh, I was much younger when I wrote it that way

Help me, help me, tell me what can I do?

Surely this problem has happened to you

I just had a thought, not a thought, just a flicker

You could have answered, but I guess I was quicker

I'll think of a word that never can rhyme

And start using that word, all of the time

I know there's a word, I once heard from a fellow

I think it's a color but not red, blue, or yellow

I hope it's not pink, cause that would sure stink

I wish it was gray, I've been rhyming all day

I know you think orange, except that rhymes with sporange

And a mountain in Wales, that a poet named Blorenge

Until I stubbed my big toe, I used to think purple,

And now I can't walk, instead I just hirple

It sure would be gold if the color was silver

But that **** little lamb, also known as a chilver

There's no hope for me, I've been rhyming all month

I'm sure you can see, that I'm totally ??????

Yeah!

Surround sound, all abound
I shiver as she'll quiver at the Kern River
An itty-bitty slightly ****** hound is tugging at your dress
Will you pull out your gun or will you give it a rest?

Ducklings, all in a row
From hell to Houston we see them go
Chugging along, right on time
Simplistic as this stupid rhyme

I'm back on the reef, it's all I can get
I'm no better than a dog, cause I love getting wet
I'll slip and my surfboard gets caught in the net
I'll catch nothing then laugh like it was a good set

Plunder my thunder, your ship's asunder
An orange door hinge from the hills of Blorenge
An itty-bitty slightly ****** hound is tugging at your dress
Will you **** it off or simply let it rest?