Orange
I used to chew a haliborange,Nowadays I prefer to eat an orange.
Whilst lounging in the sun,
For All of you that know me.
I decided to make a rhyme with orange,
As I was told it couldn't be done.
Orange is the colour that I hate,
When I look at it,
It gives me such a headache.
That's why I threw out,
The wife's orange plastic picnic plates.
Fluorescent orange drive's me insane,
It seems to attack my mind and brain,
By giving me an awful migraine.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-09-11 at 01:29
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