Orange

Halloween pumpkins and leaves change in the fall, A color that is vibrant and known to us all, Easily noticed like a cliche in a original piece, Basketball,monarch, or inside of a peach, They all have this each in common, And to rhyme with this is very uncommon, Its orange. Its not the color of a four-inch door hinge, Its orange. Its a color that you can easily spot in storage A fruit, girls and boys rarely have hair this color, Although orange-ish red was the color of my brother's head, But the poem's title isn't "red" though, sorry if you misread, There's already a song by Taylor Swift about Red, but I like orange instead, it's color of my sheets on my bed, Its the color of a pencil but not the lead, It's orange Not the color of porridge or Goldilocks and the Three Bears, But bear with me, George, oh wait I forgot your name, I need a wrench to screw my head back on straight, Straight like my preferences, but never discriminate, Catch my references? Cheesy maybe but don't incriminate It's orange. The color of sporange on certain leaves. Or the sun, sometimes the clouds, autumn trees, Like some Lamborghini's, can you hand me the keys? Or Cheetos, Sunkist, or traffic cones, Candy corn, Tangerines, and Marigolds. Orange.