A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing

In my fantasies I wolf down all my food 'Course that way it doesn't taste too good I also stand on a hill and howl at the moon Then again, those nights can't end too soon... In my dreams I torment the three little pigs Yet I can never blow down the third one's digs And every time I try to fool Little Red Riding Hood I wind up thrown out of my house, and into the woods... My greatest wish was always to have been Wolfman Jack But back then it was courage I undoubtedly lacked Yet now that I'm brave enough to publicly yelp 'woof, woof' I'm content just to be myself -- simple, plain Gershon Wolf! January 05, 2019 Entry in "If I Had a Secret Life" Poetry Contest Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger