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