Aside from being an idea for a possible indie band or the name of an improv troupe, the idea of something that “rhymes with orange,” is that it doesn’t exist. Well come on people, poetic license! Artistic license (the broader family that poetic license belongs to) just begs for reality to be distorted. It’s unfathomable that of all things people would be scared to do this with is rhyming. People are constantly rhyming things or making puns that don’t make sense unless a person is really stretching something.
So what do I have to offer? The word syringe. It rhymes with orange. There, problem solved. One would think that of all people, poets could have come up with the word syringe to rhyme with orange. I know they’re abusing drugs, they die so young.
Remember, nothing is impossible.*
*Except avoiding death, especially if you’re a poet.