Little Red Conniving Hood

            Go and tend to your grandmother.

            I hear she is not doing well.

Yes, I'll do this.

She musn't be feeling swell.

      Heavy steps pattered across the wood.

      But Little Red Riding Hood,

      was up to no good.

                  What's that I see young lady?

                  A cake and some berries?

                  What could it be, that which she carries?

      Swiping paws, and cunning souls.

      Little Red Riding Hood set her cake down, looked around... and pounced!

      Just like that, the two thrusted and hassled.

                  I know what you're doing and I won't let you go.

You know nothing fox, you're sly, and my foe.

      With that the Riding Hood lashed out with a daggar, and the fox fell to the snow.

      Red Riding Hood went on her way, but in the fray had lost her hood.

      In the snow she left it, rich and warm, soaking away.

      Little Red Conniving Hood arrived and didn't bother knocking.

      She had a lingering sense the fox was stalking.

      Little Red Conniving Hood found her grandmother's bed.

      Her grandmother was sleeping; nothing was said.

      Little Red Conniving Hood pulled out a vial; this was the ultimate

      trial.

      Slowly she mixed powder onto the cake, a gift from her mother that she did not make.          

            Little Red Riding Hood, is that really you?

Yes, grandmother; I've come to help you.

Have some cake; I'm sure it tastes good.

            Yes, please dear, but where is your hood!

            Fast as a rabbit, the fox bound up her hands.

      The soaked hood cuffed Little Red Conniving Hood up.

      The fox then got up from his position, satisfied, a completed mission.

      The killer was caught, Conniving Hood was locked away.

      And Granny lived to see another day.

      As for the mother, she never knew.

      Her Little Red Riding Hood tried to deliver a coup.