Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood,

Comes happily trotting in the woods.

Basket and flowers in her hands,

Gonna visit her grandma in a far away land.

She stops to smell the flowers now and then,

The kinds of little insects she can tell.

But not far away is the Big Bad Wolf,

Oh poor Little Red Riding Hood!

Quietly crept the mandibles of death,

His sharpened teeth and sulfuric breath

All ready to feast on human flesh.

Little Red Riding Hood,

So oblivious in the woods

Didn’t know what hit her

When the wolf tore open

Her mother’s red fur.

Her pitiful screams and painful cries

No one could hear so she closed her eyes.

Soon it would be over she thought

My mangled corpse left here to rot.

After the wolf had eaten

He rose off again,

Now to Grandma’s house we go

Oh she’ll be next and she doesn’t know.

And what happens to Red Riding Hood?

Oh that isn’t her name no more,

It’s Little Red Rotting Gore.

Written back in January 2000. Obviously I was very bored that time. Hope nobody is eating in front of the screen reading this! Hehe.