The Big Bad Wolf

The Big Bad Wolf

Is back again

See how the piggies

Flee from him

Back to

Thatch huts of straw

And few

Of mud and stone

Alone

Might stand against

His gale exhale

But all comparisons

Would pale

And fail

Curtailing

Hungry wrath

Of Big Bad Wolf’s

Predation path

To set upon

Each domicile

Vengeance

All -consuming fire

Ire torches

Knocking doors in

Of whomever’s

Grave misfortune

Crossed him,

Big Bad Wolf

Beware

Despair of his

Red-thirsty scare

Still picking bones

Deep in his lair

From out his teeth

Of victims

Sheep

Still lucky count

Themselves asleep

Already nestled

Under sheets

Where safe and sound

They may take rest

Till Big Bad Wolf’s

Their next

House guest