alas this Poor girls voicebox
Does something terrible, it mocks
All the Poets of our land
who have nothing to do except to smile and stand
because this girl can only speak
and only sneak
when the sounds that escape her do rhyme
And she sounds sublime
but she isn't Oblivious to her peril
She knows as long as she continue to Rhyme she will never lead the same
blissful
life
and now her life is one of strife
because everyone knows the one word that you can't rhyme
Is Orange

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Slyphian, in the year 246 MA.