The Hood in the Woods

September 1, 2017

She went to see her Grams

Little Red Riding

Of the Yucatan

Little Red Riding good

She held a baking pan

Little Red Riding stood

When addressed by the Man

Little Red Riding shook

As he snatched her hand

Red Riding worried

Red Riding hurried

He yelled

Hood Fell

It was not her plan

Riding only wanted to visit her Grams

When the people trek

Revealed is the stamp

For the hood remains

Damp, a little Red.

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Tiffany123Sep 1, 2017

<p>This is a modern poem on little red riding hood if she dared to ride alone in the woods.</p><p>Enjoy.</p>