(try saying that five times fast!)
I always felt sorry for the word 'orange.' I mean, how dismal to be a word with no rhyme! I imagine it's rather like being an old maid. How lonesome it must get. And just think-- never once has it graced the end of a line of rhyming poetry. Never. Poor dear.
What makes this even sadder is that even most seemingly out-of-the-way words, such as obsequious and perforation, have their rhymes (loquacious and lamentation, respectively). But to compound the whole kettle of fish, even the word 'penguin', even this odd duck (if you'll permit a fowl-mixing metaphor) of the English language, has a rhyme.
And I'm thinking of it.
Can anyone guess what it is?