The Poet Who Would Rhyme Orange

“I’m so happy I could try rhyming orange,” said the dancy one, young and bodacious. Going west from Porridge, he tried sponge. He cut out his tongue, showed rare courage, ranged “far and wee.” Eventually (it was 1953), he moved to Orange County, where he arranged his cottage with books near the sea and aContinue reading “The Poet Who Would Rhyme Orange”