Red Riding Hood

• Amaali Prictor, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2018

Little Red Riding Hood
(this is a true story, I’m not kidding)

Down the path red strode,
With leather boots and wolf skin clothes.
She knocks on the door, ready to fight,
Her granny was eaten in the dead of night.
She opens the door to see furry skin,
Great big teeth and an eery grin.
“Oh grandma,” Red did fake,
A wonderful actress she did make.
Suddenly her eyelid flickers,
And she pulls a shotgun from her knickers!
Then she aims it at his head,
BANG BANG BANG!!!!!
She shoots him dead.