Red Hood

Mon, 08/14/2017 - 18:37 -- DR.

There was a small fellow

Who was quite mellow

And loved his Granny so much

He had long locks

That others would mock

And that made him feel quite low

His Granny was all he had

And she would tell him not to be mad

Because he was so handsome

People kept calling him miss

So he had to insist

For Granny to make him a hood

He tried to use his hood to hide

But others discovered he was inside

And he became furious

He became blind

With rage on his mind

And destroyed everything around

Some people fled

Some wound up dead

And he had gone berserk

Through the forest he ran

With an awful plan

To fix his problem

He arrived at his Granny's house

And thought of being a mouse

But instead he began to shout

He tossed his basket threw the air

Then he roared like a bear

And said the hood didn't work

His Granny tried to apologize

But before she could bat her eyes

He became a Wolf

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