All who knew her called her “Red”,
The most likely thing to do;
For the color on her head
Had that particular hue.


Her real name, she much preferred,
And so she dyed her hair brown,
But “Red” was still what she heard,
From everyone in town.


She didn't know what to do
To get all her friends to stop
Calling her "Red", though they knew
It near made her blow her top.


Next, she dyed her hair dark gray,
But her nickname stayed the same.
Even blonde, people would say
“Red”, though Scarlet was her name.


© By Rick Mack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)


 

 

 



 


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