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Sunday, August 20, 2006


I don't know who wrote this . . .

. . . but it's a delightful solution to the problem. The word 'orange', as I'm sure absolutely everybody knows, is a word that is supposed to be impossible to rhyme in English. I've heard 'door-hinge' suggested, but it doesn't really work unless you go around saying 'I'd like some ooorrrange juice' every morning. However, I remember years ago seeing somebody write this in to a newspaper. Was it you? Was it someone you know? In any case, here it is:

I cook some oats in boiling milk
And ate them from a porringer.
Next time I'll add some citrus juice
To make my breakfast oranger.


I'm allergic to citrus fruit. They turn me scarlet.

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Great, now it looks like I wrote something hideously inappropriate and deleted it, whereas in fact it was just a mildly inappropriate joke about Haliborange. Mea Culpa.
I went walking in Wales recently - up a mountian called Blorenge. None of my fellow hikers seemed to share my excitement at this name. I guess they weren't writers.
Marvellous! The other hikers didn't know what they were missing.
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