Orange Angst

Last week I was shopping for ideas on the corner of metaphor and allegory, Rummaging through a pile of discount words to help me tell a story. A shelf of very expensive words caught my eye because they were so flirty, Then a drawer of words that must have fallen down because they were so dirty. There were several words in a mark down bin and they were really cheap, And even though they didn’t quite fit I decided that I would keep…. them. I could bend them down and twist them around until the sentence was a maze, With just a little bit of reworking I found that I could shape them into a phrase. I’d have to wrestle with a word sometimes until my huffing face turned purple, Then I‘d have to resort to telling lies like, an aglet is also called a nerple. Remember when you’re shopping for words that orange creates angst, And that a poem is never really done until the subject is properly thanksed. The word store sent me a coupon in the mail showing the fifty percent off it gives, It says that this is the greatest sale of all time so I went looking for superlatives. But when I got there I found out that the sale had several misrepresentations. It seems the promised discount was only good on words with abbreviations.