FEAR FOR FELLOWSHIP

FEAR FOR FELLOWSHIP

 

Once he was a fine redhead,

Finely by a redhead, bred…

His red hair died

He’s unidentified,

Unable to prove what he’s said.

So many years “un-endued”

Of ginger he has pursued…

To in many ways

Find a group that okays

His status without being rude.

He’s glad, then, that no one heckles,

Him for just keeping the freckles…

He’s suffered his last

For being typecast,

Unless he wants to be reckless.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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