In spite of what might have been heard,
That claim is just lame and absurd.
For a whole month I dreamt
By my thousandth attempt,
’stead of none, I found one for each word.

(I could have written an alternate to this:

“In spite of what might have been written,
There are claims of some names in Great Britain…”)

In honor of these discoveries, I present this two-part limerick.

There once was a dunce known as Orange,
Who got his toe caught in a door hinge.
Said he, turning purple,
Proceeding to hirple,
“I bet I won’t get back to Blorenge.”

I resolved the story with a verse using the other difficult rhyme.

A passerby named Mr. Wilver,
Who traded his horse for a chilver,
Offered Orange the lamb,
But he mounted a ram
And rode home yelling, “Oh, Hiyo Silver!”

Other near-rhymes for “orange” include sporange, (pronounced “spe-RANJ” [short for sporangium]), more range, and far range.

—“Stubborn Rhymes,” O.V. (as “Ove”) Michaelsen, Word Ways, May 2001, revised in July 2008

In grammar school, just passing time,
I wrote a so-so double rhyme:

“This purple bird is dumb an’ lazy,
And his chirp’ll drive one crazy.”

Fortunately, in the song “Dang Me,” Roger Miller did not use the word “curple.”
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My BEST to you.