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Little Girl in the Hood


Once upon a time in a far mystic land called Euphoria

The land where beauty was a societal standard

Based on the physical appearance of a hooded girl named Victoria

There was a wolf named Oscar, who was cast away for his

Estrous looks.

 

He hid away in his home, which was under the bridge

There, he lived in such disgrace, with no hint of confidence

Not even a smidge

As he was wandering to get food, he stumbled upon the most

Desirable woman of the euphoric land,

Victoria, also known as Little Girl in the Hood, had perfect, amber locs

Down to the last strand

Her hood glistened with millions of red swarovski crystals that

Were memorizing

Her demeanor was so breathtaking that he was

Afraid to be graced with her presence which was oh so spellbinding

 

He immediately went home, where he sat and pondered

He picked up his phone and began to wonder

“What if I find this girl online?” he thought to himself

As he scrolled down his timeline, he gasped,

“What if I make a profile as someone else?”

He found her on twitter @lilgurlinthehood and messaged her

And before he knew it, his phone began to chirp

The whispering of sweet nothings caused Oscar and Victoria to fall deeply in love

His pseudonym @TheRealPrinceCharming made Victoria think that the two fit like a glove

But that all changed when they met up one morning

He imagined her sultry voice saying, “Your looks are captivating and you shouldn’t

Be ashamed, my darling.”

 

Only, when they met, he discovered that charming was not his knack

And as he approached her, she took a step back

“Get away from me!” she yelled, looking as if he’d given her a heart attack

“Don’t be afraid; it’s me, Prince Charming,” he said

“You’re a liar. How dare you think that I could be

Seen with someone like you!”  At which point, she fled

Although in disbelief from her words, Oscar smiled smugly

The ones perceived as the most beautiful are truly the most ugly.

 

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