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LITTLE WOLF RIDING HOOD

Poetry By: moonphish
Poetry


a bit of a twist


Submitted:Feb 28, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


once there was a little wolf

who wore a suit of red
he was a vegetarian
just veggies, fruit and bread
his mama said , "your grandma's sick...
so help out if you could...
just take this basket to her home...
the fruit will do her good"
the little wolf went off to see
his grandma who was sick
but he was waylaid in the woods
by some mean biker chick
the biker chick stepped in his path
and stopped him in his tracks
his mom had often lectured him
'bout biker chick attacks
she asked about his basket
and he told her of his quest
to visit his sick grandma's house
who was in bed at rest
she let him go but ran ahead
his grandma's life to waste
for she was quite the carnivore
and loved the lupus taste
she sadly wolfed poor grandma down
if you'll excuse the pun
and smacked her lips ecstatically
when she at last was done
but then she wanted some dessert
and she knew on the way
was a darling little wolf cake
who would really make her day
she grabbed dead grandma's sleeping garb
and donned it as her own
and then climbed in the little bed
where grandma'd been deboned
the wolf showed up but right away
he knew that things were wrong
his grandma didn't look like that
her face did not belong
he said, "oh what small eyes you have...
"they're beady and ungray,,,
she said, "the sickness swelled my face...
and made them look this way"
he said, "your nose is way too small...
that schnoz on you is wee"
she said, "i finally got the cash...
for plastic surgery"
he said, "i can't believe your teeth...
how can you even chew?"
she leaped from bed and shouted
"but they're sharp enough for YOU"
the poor wolf scurried to the door
and after him she ran
to have that wolf for her dessert
was still her battle plan
he ran full tilt into the street
avoiding cars and trucks
he made it to the other side
the chick had no such luck
so you are safe if you should meet
a chick that's garbed in feathers
but you should run with all your might
from chicks that dress in leather




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