'Twas a rhetorical question
Which I asked him so:
"What word rhymes with orange?"
"That is of what I don't know."
And later that day
The word that he may say
"Porridge rhymes with orange!
The solution makes me gay!"
I shuddered with anger
(as a grammatically correct would so)
"Porridge does not rhyme with orange!
this is an outrage-a blow!
There is no 'n' in 'porridge'!" I say
But he disregards it anyway
"It is no matter if syllables are alike
It only matters if, together, they sound right!"
I molded with anger
My face grew red
I thought,
"This man should be dead!"
So I took my blade,
Sharp it must be,
And I drove it into his temple
So a dark orange he may see!
