A poem was sent in today, sans any additional commentary. Enjoy!
By Yvette Naomi and Mitch
Nothing rhymes with orange
So we ought make up a word
Like glorange or forange or sulonge
E’en though they sound quite absurd.
To make up a meaning defining each word,
I suggest golrange should be a cowherd.
Forange could be what we do at night
When we screw up our eyes to block out the light.
And solange could be the colour of puke
When mixed with bits of orange and pewt.
I only suggest these, but it’s up to you
To find some meaning for words that are new.
We could spread this news
And await the reviews.
But it’s about time
That orange should rhyme.