Passed By Without a Glance

Silver and orange are quite unique
Than other locutions that we speak

Orange and silver will rarely be
Last in a line of rhyming poetry

Passed right by without a glance
Never even allowed a chance

Valued not for what is inside
Built of character, filled with pride

Made of things that keep them strong
When there is no place to belong

With many reasons to resent
Those whose job is to invent

The words in usage everyday
For taking all their friends away

Metal, color, fruit or coin
Pushed in a group few can join

In English you can search forever
But seldom are they seen together

Here is a fact quite sublime
Orange and silver have no rhyme