Thursday, September 22, 2016

Red Riding Hood

Red Riding Hood, red never looked so good.  Removed her from the hood, took her to the forest/ near moose…Here’s  a little secret she’s kin to Natasha and Boris/  A siren voice, all alone but can still let out a chorus.

Red streams/ - hobby at night is stacks of books - bed reads/  when she writes,
she writes books with bedtime dreams/

Concerning look, a smile took, stare for a while, she’ll keep staring long after you look.
She’s accusing you of dressing up as her granny - swipin’ all her books!


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