There once was a very green Orange...
Nothing rhymes with "orange".
So I ended this poem,
And it flew off to Rome,
And when it got back -- it was orange!
A sailor through hell did descend
(he caused a seabird's untimely end)
Now he is cursed
to wander the earth,
Saying "Be kind to our web-footed friends."
While wandering a desert (the sandiest)
you'll find a statue of old Ozymandias.
Tho riches might find you,
sic transit gloria, he reminds you:
even biggest, or baddest, or fanciest.
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