Orange is the topic that was suggested to me in jest while I was trying to think up a topic.
I couldn't think of another good topic.
So here's a short poem about orange, seeing as my last one was rather enjoyable.
Oh Orange, you colour you,
you smell nice in my shampoo,
You're bright and fun,
not quite the colour of hon-
other that that you're full of zest,
sweet and juicy, you're the best,
Ed's face is orange sometimes,
but he prefers limes.
I honestly can write much better poetry than this, but I'm tired.
I'm sorry about this monstrosity. Truly sorry.