Poem: Proposal for the Changing of the Anomoly of Language That is the Word "Orange"

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Just a poem I wrote a while back about my favorite color. I actually know that 'orange' is a borrowed word, which is why it has no rhyme, but I figured I would post this for fun anyhow.

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Proposal for the Changing of the Anomaly of Language That is the Word "Orange"

Orange we know is a word with no rhyme.
Search if you will, but you're wasting your time.
This color, no doubt, is abandoned indeed,
As rhymes for the others are found with great speed.

So I would propose a most foolhardy aim,
To modify "orange" but not change it's name.
"That's just too outrageous! Surely you jest!"
Cry misunderstanders, while pounding their chests.

But our word "orange" is a strange one, amen?
With it's letters "G E" Preceded by "N"
Similar words, like arrange and change,
Have companions plenty. They're not estranged.

Was it an error, or is something amiss?
Why don't we say fair orange like this?
So from this day onwards I am fixing this wrong.
"Or-ange" it is, like it should all along.

Now my dear list'ner, my rant finds it's end.
Like red, blue, and green, "Or-ange" has some friends.
And my favorite color, you may think it strange,
Can finish rhyme scheme! Three cheers for "Or-ange!"
 

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Poem: Proposal for the Changing of the Anomoly of Language That is the Word "Oran

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I like it! Made me chuckle.
 
Poem: Proposal for the Changing of the Anomoly of Language That is the Word "Oran

Reminds me of a piece my friend BJ put in his third book, Gravedigger's Birthday

"Upon Being Told Again There Are No Rhymes For Certain Words"

Crossing to my studio eighty yards
through some briars, I lug a verbal freight:
both volumes of the New Shorter Oxford
English Dictionary. I contemplate
a carpenter bringing a lumber pile
to his wood shop - I want to build structures
from words that readers could live in awhile.
I know it's rare, tricky stuff, such scripture -
umpteen poets, still no rhymes for purple.
Bonds could beat McGuire and Ruth - but orange?
I'd reconstruct Heaven, or usurp Hell -
write till I swing open like a door hinge.
I arrive - a rogue who'd refurbish town.
I take my pen, begin to nail things down.

-- BJ Ward
 
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