“Orange doesn’t rhyme.” Well, that’s what we were taught. So, what it really needs is Some careful new thought.
So, just for a moment Let’s get a bit strange; Let’s take the word ‘orange’ And let us deftly rearrange. It can become something Like ‘no rage’ instead. Doesn’t that fit much more Comfortably inside the head And inside your rhyme scheme As you gleefully poeticize And smoothly abandon The conundrum of other guys?
For instance, change orange: On gear a transmission, In discussion, ‘go near’? Maybe some kind of Russian? “An gore?’, on of Vidal’s children? Or maybe like ‘Ego ran’, A stuck-up jogging chicken? ‘Graneo’, something to call Mother’s mom, if you’re hip? “Groane’, an archaic manner To let a moan escape your lips. ‘No gare’, a French gate Too far away to easily use. ‘Neo gar’, a species of fish That is sometimes in the news.
That doesn’t not signal The orange issue surrender. It just means I am willing To consider almost any other Way to look at this word Another entire way instead For this rather comfortable color Halfway between yellow and red.