National No Rhyme (Nor Reason) Day

It cannot be done, so why try.
Refractory rhymes make us cry.
They just want to be left alone,
Not with words few have ever known.

We might re-elect a Truman,
But with no rhyme won’t a Woman?

Are the spores in that yon Sporange
Ever so slight shades of Orange?

Smash Concord grapes with your Curple
And your butt cheeks will turn Purple.

A hurdle can kill your Spirit,
Or lift it up when you Clear it.

Sweep lung comes from cleaning Chimneys;
Exercise bikes give me Gym knees.

With the “ninth” “month” in the middle,
Win the “silver” “pint” for this riddle.