Little Red Riding Hood

she looks in the mirror, her hair still unmade

she ties it up tightly, not a strand strayed

Little Red and her cute little braid.


she looks through her closet with a frown on her face,

seeking an outfit at a hurried pace,

Riding Hood and her gown etched in lace.


she removes her cloak from the hook on the door,

pulls the hood over – satisfied once more,

What is dear Little Red all dressed up for?


the sun’s shining bright and the sky a dull gray,

she walks with her basket and out on her way,

Little Red Riding Hood perfect as prey.


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