COLLECTING REDHEADS AGAIN
If truth be known, he admires
Certain women without trip wires…
But then danger is greater
If he causes a crater,
By a comment that stokes up her fires!
It is not just the red hair,
But the kind of lass underneath there…
Too easy to old
Or rejectingly cold,
Those stereotypes are not fair.
One problem with this, you’d agree,
If someone tries to collect me…
Turn about is fair play
In a manipulative way,
If an object is all she or I will be!!
FEAR FOR FELLOWSHIP
Once he was a fine redhead,
Finely by a redhead, bred…
His red hair died
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.