Red riding hood

 Once upon a time

On the trail in the wood

There was a little girl

Who wore a little red hood

On her way to her grandmothers

The little girl had no care

She wasn’t aware of what was to beware

For there was a wolf who beat her to the cabin

Little red walked in and put down her basket

She saw red splatter along the walls

Little knew that something had gone terribly wrong

She heard a voice “Hello” and grabbed grandma’s axe

She walked in the room where her grandmother usually sits

It was dimly lighted and the air was motionless

Little red saw the huge grin and he giant paws

She saw the fur and took immediate action

 With a swift motion she swung the hatchet

The blade made its way through the wolf’s evil grin

She stood with her now blood splattered little red hood

Her eyes were widened

Her heart was pounding

Her muscles were stiff

And her teeth her chattering

The wolf that she had slain wasn’t what she thought

The hatchet had made it visible

Her grandma was the wolf mask and gloves

Little red had made the mistake

She ran out the house without calling the police

Never again did they see little red

Especially her poor grandmother

With the hatchet stuck in her head