
Red bloodshot in his eyes
Drinking too much red wine
Wife peering through the blinds
While he stumbles into the vines
Red roses were sent to me
No card or note that I can see
Who sent them I’ll have to find
Or else I’ll go out of my mind
Clown cycling with a big red nose
Children laughing sitting in rows
Outstanding trainer with just a tap
Gets elephant dancing wearing a cap
Red is a favorite color of mine
Not just because I can make it rhyme
You’ll never guess, I ask to dare
It’s cause my boyfriend has red hair!
Eileen Clark
Image: deviantart.com & Pinterest
I like the rhyme…and the red hair 🙂
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Delightful poem!
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Thank you 🙂
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