I had a pet in here for a while. It started out as an orange. I poked it with my pencil. Nothing rhymes with orange. I put it in the trash can.
Nothing rhymes with orange.
When I took out the trash and dumped it, the fumes were so great that I dropped to the ground and was unconscious for ten minutes and it took me two days to clean the trash can back to health. Nothing rhymes with orange. I Won't Get All Grumpy About It a poem by clint to jack in the box I do not want one of those stylish black ones. I would prefer an old rusty wheelchair. People would respect me more and People would feel more sorry for me.