Bloody Red

They refer to me as "Little Red,"

But they don't even know 

What's really going on 

And the true symbol of my cloak. 

They think it represents "love," 

But I am more for thrills,

It's truly the color of  the blood,

From the people that I kill. 

On an excursion to my grandma's

I poisoned her tea.

A fortnight later, 

She wasn't even looking a slight deadly.

How did my poison fail?

I needed another scheme 

I soon realized my holy grail. 

No one can stop me, 

I am a murdering machine.

Later mother called me back

She said "grandma is sick,

Here's some bread in a sack,

That'll do the trick."

So into the woods I went,

In a steady nimble pace

And a wolf appeared from no where

We were

Face-to-face. 

I gave him a wink

And off he fled. 

I continued my way,

To the house of someone whom will soon

Be dead. 

I appeared at her house.

Only to see,

The wolf had eaten her up.

He turned to me and said, 

"Aye what's up!"

I gave him his cash

Since he finished the deed.

Next time grandma...

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