It Doesn't Make Sense

The fact that nothing rhymes with orange came to my attention in kindergarten. My sister, the big, impressive fifth grader, teamed up with her friend to create a small book for a school project. The book was about us, the K-3 kindergarten class, discussing words that rhyme with orange. At the end of the book (which I remember being very long, but then again, I was five, so it was probably around 4 pages), my sister and her friend came into our classroom and shouted gleefully that nothing rhymed with orange. As uninformed kindergartners, we were awestruck by the incredible possibilities that there was a word that had no rhyme. But now, as a sixth grader, I question everything. It's an automatic reflex. "Why?" I ask.

Why does nothing rhyme with orange?

Sorry, let me rephrase that. I don't understand why people are obsessed with the fact that nothing rhymes with orange. So "orange" is a weird word with a weird sound, WHO CARES? There are plenty of other weird words. 

"Sorry." Nothing rhymes with sorry. At least, nothing I can think of. But WHY in the world would anyone dare to use "nothing rhymes with sorry" as a metaphor, a saying, or a decisive shout?

I agree, that would be weird.

I guess there's no reason for me to rant about this except to experience the joy of radically typing angry words into Blogger, then deleting them and typing them again.