The trouble with men one suspects
Is who or what man collects...
Redheads, brunette, blondes
To which he responds
Even when the object objects.
Not always on relationship grounds
Preferring his visual bounds
The length of a hem
Isn’t always the gem
But a smile often for him resounds.
We suspect that most honest women
Don’t really mind girl watchers giving
Appreciative eyes
Where nobody dies...
Is our fondness for redheads forgiven?
