This story starts, as most tragic ones do;

by the sins of a man

whom you'd thought you had knew.

Before we start this tale

I must correct some simple facts;

me and my granny were not eaten,

there was no man with an ax.

My Granny was not ill,

it was not close to dark,

but this story will kill

and sadness will spark

And no, Mr. Wolf was no stranger to me.

So once upon a time,

I had been sent on my way

with a basket of food

for my Granny's birthday.

In through the woods,

by the clearing in the trees,

was Mr. Wolf

waiting for me.

“No talking to strangers, for all they want is a fight.”

but Mr, Wolf was my neighbor

It was alright.

This thought came on suddenly and back than, I was confused

not realizing my senses had picked up

the Wolf's fuse.

So no, Mr. Wolf was no stranger to me.

“Hello Ms. Hood” he said with a start

“My, your new cape could stop a man's heart!”

“Thank you” I said, not thinking twice;

for Mr. Wolf had always been nice.

He licked at his lips, as he stared down at me,

remembering my basket,

I began laughing with glee.

“No, no Mr. Wolf. This food's for the feast.”

with which he responded

“It's not the food I wish to eat like a beast”

I sat there confused, as he sat me down on a stump,

observing beside me

“My, my, you've gotten plump.”

He look down to my chest, than down at my legs

“Oh, Mr. Wolf I must go” I begged.

So No, Mr. Wolf was no stranger to me.

Seeing through his efforts to stall me or go

I began to get up from the stump very slow

“Would you like to play” he asked, coming near

“I'd love to, but can't, for the guests are almost here!”

“Are you headed to the party?” He asked very sly

“Yes, yes I am!” I replied very shy.

“Play with me later, than, promise me that!”

I reluctantly shook my head,

as he tipped me his hat.

“I look forward to it” he said disappearing in the trees

“Well, I better be off, for they're waiting for me!

So No, Mr. Wolf was no stranger to me.

I arrived at the feast,

the village all there,

Beauty and the beast,

and Dear Mr. Hare.

At the head of the table, My granny sat

Mr. Wolf across from me, his eyes all a-bat

So, No, Mr Wolf was no stranger to me.

So we started eating, the center piece my cake

“That gorgeous center piece, my daughter did bake.”

Mr. Wolf smiled, filling his cup

“She's got quite a talent, she's certainly grown-up.”

Than I thought back to the woods,

as he stared me down

my stomach all knotty

my face all a-frown.

So, No Mr Wolf was no stranger to me.

As Mr Wolf and My Mother conversed

more guests arrived,

the food had dispersed.

than my mother jumped up

as if damaging her pride

“There's not enough butter or chive.

There's no more wine, or cheese or bread

can you go get some more at the house, little red?”

As I began to get up,

Mr. Wolf stood and lifted his cup.

“My, my Mrs. Hood, I must help Little Red,

that's a lot of food, especially the bread!”

My Mother, delighted, replied with a smile

“That's true, Mr. Wolf, if she went on her own it would take her awhile.”

So she sent us off and we went on our way

as we stepped through the trees

Mr Wolf looked down to say

“I've been craving your dessert all day.”

“Me too!” I replied, no sense of fear

“The cake is so yummy, It's a 4 tier!”

We stepped on the porch and in through the house

than up behind me came Mr Wolf, like a mouse.

“Before we go back, I still want to play.”

“I know Mr. Wolf, but we can not stay.”

I began gathering all the food in my arms,

than Mr. Wolf, back behind me said with alarm

“Let's stay and play, for I want some dessert.”

Than his hand gently lifted up my skirt.

My heart began to race

and than it all came together

the clues were right in my face

I felt light as a feather,

as he picked me up, and laid me down on the table,

my body did shake,

my heart still unstable.

So no, Mr Wolf was no stranger to me.

“My, my” I said, my shaky voice did grant

“What a surprise you got in your pants”

So I tried and I tried to kick myself away,

So here ends the tale,

that's all I can say.

There was no harm to my granny,

or a man with an ax,

just a man we all knew,

stabbing a knife in our backs.

So, No Mr Wolf was no stranger to me.