Little Red Short Shorts
Little Red short shorts
Left for a jog
Planning a path
To Grandma's house
Her music was perforated
Cat calls, and wolf whistles
Twirl for me shorty
My kind of girl
Eat you up
Smile
The woodsman will help
She was certain
Turned heel and ran
No
Wolves will be wolves
The woodsman laughed
It’s a cultural difference
Feel flattered
Not ALL wolves
Her skin crawled
She needed to see grandma
Grandma knows what to do
But Grandma was a wolv
With big teeth
Big claws
I know you want this
He growled
Good girls don’t wear short shorts
So Little Red
Wished she was dead
Because good girls don’t wear short shorts
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