A Misunderstood Wolf

Once upon a time

Little red ridding hood went into the woods.

She was looking for goods.

But only saw a hood,

She continued to walk

And tripped on a rock.

When she heard a squawk.

Afraid she started to prance

When she noticed a glance

And fell into a trance.

Red noticed two big yellow eyes

And away a pair of dead guys.

She thought she was the wolf’s prize.

There was nowhere to fly.

Kicking the wolf did she break free

While she heard the wolf plea

The wolf sad and alone

Started to groan.

The wolf walked to Red’s house,

Smelling the pork souse.

Tired and sad did he nap.

Just to close the haps.

Red tired and confused

Had a little booze

And wanted to tell gram the news.

Before she knew, she flew

Out of the house, into the blue

Away from the wolf, leaving him skew.

“Cured I am” though the wolf.

For he had eyes that grew

A nose in the view

And teeth that chew.

Alone he went,

His head hung bent,

No harm was meant,

He just needed to vent.

For he had seen a hood,

That lay too loose.

And two dead guys in the woods.

Help he could use.

And some food with juice.