Sweet Old Grandma

It was the perfect plan

The perfect day

With the perfect way

Little Red made her way

Cookies ready

Smirk in place

She skipped with glee

For she would see

The old lady would finally be

Dead as can one be

She had packed those berries

Making it seem as a small treat

No one would ever know

How dangerous those berries can be

On her way she met a wolf

Oh what pitiful thing

Feigned Innocence

As any child would seem

Even the wolf believed

That he had scored two human treats

But reality was 

Little Red had scored one more treat

For no one would know

How dangerous she could be

Little red was young

But she had already lost all of her innocence.