Fair Is Not Always Fair Poem by Greg Costello

Fair Is Not Always Fair



'That's a Stormtrooper there, but with ginger hair, '
I heard the kid say to the man.
'Is he really that white? ', the lad said in fright,
Questioning a complete lack of tan.

I knew just what he meant, for two weeks had I spent,
With the palest being in all of mankind,
In this holiday town, he made Casper look brown,
Himself to four-digit factor he'd confined.

See the narrative here, is evidently clear,
If you're Irish, red-haired and fair,
Your skin just wasn't made, in the sun to be laid,
But they say Pluto's cheap once you're there.

Monday, January 30, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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Greg Costello

Greg Costello

Dublin, Rep. of Ireland
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