Sordid tales of human nature #4 red

Little Red Riding Hood walks out alone
Out through the forest and leaving sweet home
Bound for her nana's in her home made red cloak
So she's noticable to the town folk .

Skipping along alone unaffraid
With lovely muffins her mum had just made
Dithering about in the forest she goes
dont care to notice the eyes or the nose .

Bright yellow eyes are hidden among
the burnt forest trees to prey on the young
The hunger it ripples throughout the wolfs chest
to prey on the child and get her undressed .

A leap and a bound on the child unbeknown
she falls to the ground cloak comes un sewn

it falls from her shoulders and gleams her pale skin
the wolfs eyes are hungry and feasting begins.

With a grunt and a sceam he steals her white
and soon she is limp and has nothing to fight
clutching her basket and tears down her eyes
she desperatly fleas from the thing she despise.

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The police come a knocking to old mother red
to tell her her sweet little ridding hood's dead
The wolf still runs free with her cloak in a paw
On the run from justice on the run from the law.