Orange

Poems that rhyme can't use the word
Orange
Because there's no perfect match
Other than the never used sporange,
Which is an unfair derivative of
Sporangium
That only botanists comprehend.
The half-rhyme lozenge is about as close as you can get
To being understood,
Which leaves orange
Among the loneliest of words,
Sad and virtually friendless,
The Nixon of Oxford,
Destined forever to live life in solitary,
Fallow and unemployed.
Yet inside, with silent pride and secret knowledge,
Bursting with delicious desire.

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Photo by Per Enström