Some people think that it’s bad to be a ranga,
I say such people should be hit with a hammer.
Where would we be if there were no redheads around?
Well for one Ironman would lie dead on the ground;
For who had the power to steal this hero’s heart?
A ranga of course, and she was skilled in her art.
She was Beautiful,
but Iron’s not the only one with a good taste in heads;
Just look at the girl Spiderman keeps among his friends.
Now put these love interests of superheroes to the side,
Rangas can easily hold their own against a villains pride.
Redheads are made of special stuff that no-one understands,
Scientists are confounded by the power a ranga commands.
With mind control and telepathy, they can easily bend a spoon.
Never argue with a mad ranga; It will surely spell your doom.
Oh those Deadly,
lovely, redheads…They must have evolved from an angel,
Hell they even have their own element on the periodic table!
Remember the Fifth element? The one? The divine light?
When asked to describe her, “perfect” seems quite right.
She was a well-read-red-head, of the highest degree,
Not to forget that she knew another language or three.
She was beyond awesome, she could light up a room.
Cutting through shadows with hair as bright as the moon.
For a Bright,
blinding light shines from a readhead’s skull. It stops fears,
defeats darkness and reduces the strongest of evils to tears.
Everyone knows redheads are the definition of “hot”.
One look at a ranga and you’re drooling on the spot.
So do you believe that it’s bad to be a ranga?
If you answered “yes” then you’ll be smacked with a spanner.
For you would never understand this questions correct answer.
And what is the answer?
Alex Herlihy – 2008