The Ginger

Her hair is as fiery red as kissed by the sun She was born with the same hair color of her mum, Her mother's hair is a ginger as well Looks as though she escaped the fiery depths of hell. She doesn't like her hair being ginger As a laugh some says her brain someone did injure, Of course her hair isn't that color because of bleeding It's because of her moms error in breeding. The many who don't know of a gingers dreads They indeed are not or have never known redheads, Gingers have fiery tempers and are very mean To be compassionate and calm they are not ever seen. Being mean and angry is the badge a ginger does wear The fire in their soul is shown in their hair, So, whenever you see a redhead heading your way Turn around or run, or just pray. I will not ever date or marry a ginger again I truly believe that was my first forgivable sin, How could I truly know of the meanest of her How could I even know that a ginger is the devil's daughter. So, I say beware of any red headed lass They love to mock, judge and to harass, Some women dye their hair ginger with a proud holler I guess being a blonde they couldn't afford the extra dollar. Randy L. McClave