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.
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So many years “un-endued”
Of ginger he has pursued…
To in many ways
Find a group that okays
His status without being rude.
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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