His redhead jag was love-hate,

His Mother influenced his state…

Of mind to feel

His anger was real,

Sorted it out just great.

The problem of watching for girls

When one self-loathes, the men get it hurled…

Being “their kind”

The man is not kind,

His anger toward them is hurled!

Stereotypes quickly fade

When friending redheads is played…

We’re not the same

Not even in name,

The anger we learn to evade.

Fearing your anger issues—0

Who wants constant use of tissues…

Some reds he sought

But all came to naught,

A brunette he married, and doesn’t miss you!

Jonathan Caswell




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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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