Lil Red Riding Through the Hood

My red hair breezed behind me

on my new bicycle I flew

down to grandmother's house I went

To deliver her favorite stew.

My path was not through the wood

but instead through the hood

where the most dangerous creature lived:

a gang called the wolves.

"Lil Red" they yelled and whistled.

"Come hang out" they hollered.

But I knew they werent just Big bad wolves

They were also a bunch of little pigs.

I did not stop, I did not pause

but I suppose ignorance is one of my flaws.

The wolves followed fast

and bullets zoomed past.

I arrived at Grandmother's house

A safe haven if I stayed quiet like a mouse

But they arrived quick

and what happened next made me sick

.

They stormed inside

There was nowhere to hide

Two shots in Grandma

And another for a bystander who saw.

I tried with all my heart to flee

which filled there hearts with glee

And what happened next you see

Is that they murdered me.