The Red-Haired Kid

By Elton Camp

His mother, John continued to deride

“Son, there’s no red hair on either side.

I knew that wife would be a big mistake

And that she would bring you heartache.”

Such comments John tried to push aside

It’d been two years since he took a bride

In that time, no reason had he ever found

To think that his wife was sleeping around

But his mother had planted a suspicious seed

And to see a red-haired man was all he’d need

For him to watch the movements of their eyes

To see if his wife the man seemed to recognize

Of recessive genes, John had not a single clue

Of how to stay hidden they so often will do

When the two genes show up in the same child

The ignorant may feel justified to smirk & smile