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Red Witch

Riding Hood

By McKenzie McQuadePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Red Witch
Photo by Julia Arte on Unsplash

Skipping through the woods with her usual picnic basket

Goodies plenty wrapped in a checkered blankie

Whicker top golden latched tighter than a funeral casket

Little green ferns and tiny bugs that skitter

Weren't the only thing in danger of her traveling combat boots

Nearing ever closer to an unsuspecting stranger

To Grandma's house

To Grandma's house

She goes

Heal to toe

Heal to toe

This one's day is about to be filled with woe

For Red Riding Hood knows exactly what happened to Grandma while in her cozy bed she dozed

Thanks to the assistance of her loyal fluff ball kitty

Whispering to her the news he caught wind in the city

Soon as she heard the gruesome word

Packed was her basket

Wrapped was her cloak

And out the door she flitted like an angry bird

Quelled by the time she reached the cabin though

She would let herself in

And pretend in bed was her Grandmother and remark she thought she was looking mighty thin

Down the stranger's throat from the whicker bin

She would stuff the mysterious goodies provided by her familiar

The fluff ball kitty

And wait for them to work with a devilishly sly smirk

It took a moment perhaps because he was still in a daze

Before he realized something was wrong because the stranger's tummy started gurgling after the goodies were gone

Not long after upchucked Grandma

Rescued by Little Red Riding Hood

And they lived happily ever after

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    Written by McKenzie McQuade