My Souless Ginger Friend

I have a best friend, Matt.
He stands by me through and through.
With his many freckles and red, red hair,
There's lots for us to do!

Like run and jump and call each other
Names that we can't stand!
He never fails to creep me out
When he holds my hand...

I love my ginger friend.
Too bad he has no soul.
To actually get a tan
Should be his personal goal.

When he reads this poem
I know that he will smile.
The time it took to write this;
It was well worth his while.

This poem, I made up randomly
In five minutes, on the spot.
But my souless ginger friend, Matt,
Is the best one that I've got.

You wish you had a ginger friend
Who has no soul or tan.
The only thing he's missing
Is a child-molester-looking van.


(as a side note, he's not a molester)