Red riding hood

The girl was wearing red, with hood and frill,

the big bad wolf used Granny as a snack,

when Red turned up he knew he’d have his fill,

in Granny’s robe and specs he hit the sack.


“Hello,” she said, “I’ve brought some cakes for tea,

how come your eyes are huge – you got the flu?”

The wolf replied: “That’s so poor Gran can see,”

“But – so’s your nose, and dang, your teeth are too!”


The wolf was only toying with the dame,

a lucky day – two juicy girls to munch,

he threw the covers off, “I’m glad you came,

your Gran was breakfast – now you’ll do for lunch!”


She screamed, a woodsman burst in through the door,

that wolf won’t dress in nighties any more