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Write a poem rhyming the word “orange” with something else. Post it in the comments below. This challenge comes from Cheryl Corey, who provided the below poem as inspiration:
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Nothing Rhymes With Orange
Why, oh why, does nothing rhyme with orange?
But if I say it en franҫais—“l’orange,”
Aha! I get a woman’s name—“Solange!”
but back to orange …
Maybe I can fudge it? For example:
By candlelight her face was even more angelic;
The Rolling Stones once wrote a song for Angie;
The tourist’s choice: Rhône valley or Anjou.
I rack my brain and these are but a sample,
The options being few and hardly ample,
Which leads me where? Where else,
but back to orange.
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Dear Leland James,
I really like your poem! It is quite funny. I think the fact that you took the words orange and boring to make a nonce word was really creative!
Ever yours,
M.E.K
Everything Rhymes with Orange
Everything Rhymes with Orange,
If nothing is the rule,
It rather sounds like arrange,
Aren’t accents cool?
Everything rhymes with Orange,
With an accent see?
As long as you are foreign,
All you need is G.
Hi, all (if anyone still looks at this thread)
I just discovered this site and, homebound on a nasty day, I decided to try the “Orange Challenge”. Truth is, I am more of a punster than a poet, but here goes:
WHAT IS LIKE UNTO ORANGE?
(The Color, Not the Man)
The Holy Grail of this armchair knight
Is a mate for poor lonely oran-g-g-
Orange. (Pardon my st-stuttering)
I took the quest, not in pride nor in j-j-
Jest. (Pardon my st-stuttering)
Heedless of drought or rain; g-g-
Gee, did it rain! (Pardon my st-stuttering)
Daunted not by river nor rang-g-
Range. (Pardon my st-stuttering)
Deep I delved, blind to ore an g-g-
Gems. (Pardon my st-stuttering)
So, what is like unto ‘Orange’?
Nothing, I g-g-
Give up! (Pardon my stuttering)
Bill
Rhymes with Orange
Cheryl please stop your impatient whinge
regarding couplings with the word orange.
While, its rhyming use would lie on the fringe,
please do not let dogmatic thoughts impinge
on the creative muse; let’s instead binge
on ideas: None of us need be a stinge.
Please, lapse not into a mental twinge
or rhymes like mine,which will make you cringe.
All I can think of are:
Slant rhymes (such as “porridge,” “door hinge,” etc.)
Eye rhymes (such as “mange,” “range,” “change,” etc.)
Jabberwocky-style made-up words (an example would be “glorange,” pronounced to rhyme with orange)
Changing the word “orange” slightly (e.g., “oranger” and “porringer”)
In short, if we relax the rules, it can be done easily.
What rhymes with orange?
My 6 year old grandchild remarked the other day.
Why, another orange!
I, trying to get into the act, said, how about
finishing your porridge
with nanny in Cambridge?
Besides after breakfast, as Girl Scouts we could go out to forage!
TheresaDouldCummings & Amelia DeMagistris
(I must mangle a magnificent malted
just to wrangle a reluctant rhyme
from the playbook of petulant poets
Who have more good taste than time):
Pity the non drinking poet
Whose diction’ry never will show it
But for rhymin’ with Orange, don’t you see
The master’s choice malt is Glen mor’ang ie
And legions of Scotch drinkers know it
A bit of orange genius, Edward…
There once was a lady named Corinne,
Whose hair was a beautiful oran-
ge. It was much in demand
At farthing a strand
Or ninety-six strands for a florin.
How difficult for poems ‘orange’ is
So hard to implement into a rhyme
But if it’s done correctly; how sublime!
So maybe if I sit here pourin’ gin
and feast upon delightful porridges
and tap the table just to pass the time
The page will suddenly reveal a line
with words I got from hunts and forages
To give a rhyme a little twist or bend
is something that I just might have to do
As long as there’s no cracks or breaks or rips
then ev’rything is fine (or we’ll pretend)
Since frankly, after all, I’ve had a few
The lines are just as drunk. We’ll let it slip.
Red-faced in the red caught red-handed
The blue collar union disbanded
Their black-hearted lawyers demanded
The white collar team be left stranded
Judge Yellow Belly crossed a border
Green with envy allowed no quarter
White washed verdict on lawyers’ order
And nothing rhymes with orange
bow range is the best answer, I think
Tell Me About It
Was it an apple or an orange
that William Tell shot off his head?
Perhaps a tangerine instead,
or better yet, a ripe old melon,
exploding as the chap was yellin’.
Perhaps. It’s easier to grapple
with rhyming about that red apple.
Certainly easier than orange.
Even if standing within bow range
A piano’s stripey spine and there’s an orange:
Three oranges. Their color haloes them.
Two kinds of beauty issue forth their challenge:
A piano’s stripey spine and there’s an orange.
Music and fruit beg genius to arrange
Their sounds, their spheres, according to her whim.
A piano’s stripey spine and there’s an orange:
Three oranges. Their color haloes them.