Ginger, Red, fire crotch, fire hydrant, carrot top, each one a singe, temper temper, is that your real color, Ginge?
Look a family of Gingers! Like we should be in a zoo. Can I touch your ‘do? Are you related to Ron Weasley? Do the curtains match the drapes? You’re hot, for a ginger (sleazy). Did you know, you’re going extinct?
Tomato soup, orange hair. Your hair’s so bright, it’s like flame. I’ve heard all these ridiculous things. Used to hate my own mane. But, I realized, peoples’ views are deranged.
Lest we forget, time washes all colors same. If you’re addressing a Ginger, best call her by name.
This piece is written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie Sunday Prompt-Ginger