There are no Rhymes for Month, Silver, Purple and Orange 

 

You may hunt for a runt,
Kick a punt way out front, 
But you'll never find a rhyme for month. 

You may pilfer what you will for
Some dill you may kill for, 
And never find a rhyme for silver. 

You may drink a tea that's herbal,
Burble at a gerbil, 
And still not find a rhyme for purple. 

You may cringe or show courage,
You may throw away your porridge, 
But you'll never find a rhyme,
It's a shame it's not a crime, 
But you'll never find a rhyme for orange.

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