Dedicated to Lisa Haneberg

 

They say that nothing rhymes with “orange.”

 

I submit the word “door hinge.”  The hinge of a door.

 

Orange.  Door hinge.

 

Is it cheating to use a compound word

to complete the rhyme?

I honestly don’t care.

Have you heard the rhymes

Bob Dylan comes up with?

 

I do not think I have ever seen

an orange door hinge.

I don’t think anyone has ever had

an orange door hinge.

Or else surely the misguided myth

that nothing rhymes with orange

could not have persisted this long.

 

Now we can anoint a true unrhyme-able word:

antidisestablishmentarianism.