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, 2025 ^
Steve Haarman 