Redheaded Belgians Never carry to term Must be anecdotal Or a fact I never learned Wonder what it is The country or the hair Guess it doesn’t matter Can’t really care More to life than waging On other peoples fate No matter the reason Some babies don’t wait A brunette in Thunder Bay Couldn’t have kids at all Disappointment? “ Not”, she said Motherhood was not her call A blonde I knew in Lowell Was married in the fall The baby born in early spring Was a boy: they named him Paul Redheads, blondes, or brunettes All subject to the curse Whenever offspring do arrive We set it down in verse Who are we to make the rules? There is no one to obey For whom do we give clues? They’ve all gone away Stanski March 28, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 