The Criminal Little Red

This is a story of little red

Who always wore a hood

And how she was in the fed

Because she wasn’t always good

Her name was quite notorious

Her granny tried to raise her right

Her crime skills though were glorious

It all started that night

When she saw her granny

But only saw the rival lone creature

It was old, fat, and wore a fanny

He wore it like a feature

The cops soon came

And saw little red

They saw the granny mane

Little red dropped her basket

And the granny was put into a casket

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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