All the hot gingers

AS I WAS SAYING…SEE PREVIOUS POST.

Michelle Fisher

I can’t tell if there are too manyOr not enough

Hot gingers on the planet
I spy them from a mile away because their

Glorious ginger locks radiate the sun shine and gravitate My gaze

And oh my days
You know the ones who have those strands of flaming, fiery red cascading from the top of their heads

They are the ones who have been blessed

With the gift of agelessness

According to my ginger theory, because of course I have one
Who ever would have thought that

A hair colour would cause me to blush and stutter and force the corners of my mouth

To upturn in an ultimate act of betrayal
Or reduce me to a blethering wreck

And allow me to hang the noose around my own neck
One day, I’m confident at least one ginger might possibly potentially fancy me back

And know that whatever else…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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