Little Red Killing Hood
Little Red Killing Hood
Everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood
The one who visits her Grandmother
However, this little girl was not so good
In fact, she held secrets that she covered
It’s true, she did run into the wolf on her way
And told him of her plan
But Red knew that he was looking for prey
And with that, she took off and ran
The wolf beat her in the race
And gobbled up her family
The sight was a disgrace
Yet Red felt no agony
Somehow, Red remained calm
As she stood across from the killer
A small, shiny object appeared in her palm
And the Wolf broke out in a shiver
A dagger appeared in her hand
And disappeared into his muscle
She ripped him open in a scene so grand
And he fell, without even a grumble
The grandmother exited from the body
With disgust on her face
Yet Red chuckled kind of oddly
As if this was her fate
She buried the wolf beneath the ground
But never forgot the feeling
When she scanned the forest for a new hound
So she could continue on with her killings
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