Edward was puzzled, he had no idea
Why his armor was turning and rusty
He’d polish it each day, until it shined
Now it was just dingy and crusty

Trying to figure out, where he went wrong
If he was using something he shouldn’t
Muddled and befuddled, it only got worse
He’d have to buy a new one, but he couldn’t

His honor as an ogre, was his golden shield
Seems he’d need to come up with a plan
Splashing orange paint, all over his pants
It turns out he’s a quite fancy man

None of the ogres ever questioned the why
And Edward surely wasn’t offering an explanation
He went about town, all decked out in his suit
Turning each day, into an orange celebration

October Writing Prompt – Ogre Orange – Day 22/31
OctPoWriMo

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