LITTLE RED
Little Red Riding Hood,
skipping through the
forest,
not as innocent as she seems.
THere comes the wolf,
so
hungry and naive,
smelling the food of his dreams.
She
smiles,
continuing to frolic through the trees,
holding that
basket tight.
That bad old wolf creeps up,
smiling licking his
lips,
he'd have a feast tonight!
"Little girl, little
girl,
can I see what's in the basket?
I just want a peek!"
Red
shakes her head,
and keeps on going,
knowing he wants more than
a little treat.
An evil smile slips up her cheeks,
as she
reaches Grandma's house,
and goes to her bed.
She knows he is
there,
and waiting,
waiting to be fed.
"Oh Red, oh
Red, I'm so happy to see you!"
the fake Grandma
smiles,
lying, cover over her, in bed.
The little one just
smiles,
and opens the basket,
and there lies a dead wolves
head.
"I brought it just for you, Grandma!"
She
smiles and grins,
"Eat it up now! Before it gets cold!"
The
wolves eyes widen,
as he stares into those dead eyes,
so afraid
his massive appetite is on hold.
A knock came from the
door,
"Knock-knock, whose there?"
and over goes
Red.
"Hello, Mr. Woodsman," she smiles,
pointing over
to the wolf,
"There's your wolves head!"
"Oh,
Joy!" He cries out,
as joyfully as can be,
as he pulls out
the axe.
The wolf howls,
the wolf screams,
as his head is
severed from his ass.
"I'm glad you came,"
Whispered Red,
"I couldn't have eaten him all by
myself!"
The Woodsman nodded,
and sat down,
"Eh,
just another skull on the shelf."