Orange is no one's favorite.
No one, I'm pleased to be.
Nothing rhymes with orange,
and nothing rhymes with me.
*
Orange blush feels peachy,
but too much copper burns.
Orange pride is topaz,
but ginger never learns.
*
Persimmon is perplexing,
and apricot's a bore.
Marmalade's pretentious,
and saffron's quite obscure.
*
Orange is no one's favorite.
No one, I'm pleased to be.
Nothing rhymes with orange,
and nothing rhymes with me.
*
Too bright, too loud, too shocking,
that's what they say to me.
I know how papaya feels
next to an olive tree.
*
Orange is amber pumpkin pie,
a golden moon serene.
Orange explodes inside a kiss,
and tastes of tangerine.
*
Orange is no one's favorite.
No one, I'm pleased to be.
Nothing rhymes with orange,
and nothing rhymes with me.
~ written by Rheama Heather Smith ~
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