He Who Laughs Last
My mother had the shock of shocks
when first she spied my russet locks
`There`s only one way out`, she said
`We`ll have to cover up his head`
and so `til I was seventeen
my Titian hair was never seen
until one breezy winters day
the North wind blew my hat away.
Then people marveled at the view
remarking how they liked the hue
the `Birds` all flocked around and sighed
one even asked if it was dyed...
Of course, there were the usual jokes
mostly from thosePotteriesblokes
like-`Watch it Reg, yer `eads on fire`
And-`Can`t yer use it as fuse wire`?
Also names to make me cringe
like Bloodnut, Carrots, Red and Ginge`
I found it useless to complain
because they never would refrain.
P`raps, with envy, they were wishin`
they commanded my position
or did they think it most unfair
that I should have such lush, red hair?
And when I`m gone will they forget
or will they look back with regret?
and will they say, this time next year,
`We wish old Reg the Red was `ere`?
And what will happen when they see
Their kids all have red hair, like me...?
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