He Followed With Remorse

There's a story, As old as time, Cute little girl skipping thru the woods, A big bad wolf who follows behind, She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy, She does it with love and because she's kind, The wolf trots ahead, He's a mastermind, He eats her Grammy, Wolfing her down with a glass of red wine, Then making himself comfy in her big bed, He Does this all in the nick of time, The little girl knocks at the door, "Come in sweet child of mine," The wolf yells with delight, "What did you bring for your Grammy tonight?" The little girl in her red hood, Whispers, "something just doesn't seem right," Come closer my dear I could not hear, Red yells,"Grammy your ears are outta sight!" The wolf so cunning and clever replies, "All the better for listening at night," "But Grammy I've never seen, Such a glow in your eyes," "My child it's the reflection from the moon, It lighted the way for you tonight," "Oh my Grammy, you have such big teeth!" The wolf decided on a rhyme, "Well if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not your dear Grammy, You silly child, I followed you in from the woods, You came straight away, As a good girl should, Carrying your basket full of food, In your bright red cape, Under your little red hood, I ate your Grammy, I'm gonna eat you, too," "Hold it mister!" Red interjects in time, "I know the rest of this nursery rhyme, You can't eat me because I packed, A weapon in my little basket, To handle big bad wolves like you, So up against the wall, And spread em mister, Today's not your day at all!" The moral of this story is tried and true, Never take for granted, A girls power, Or intuition, You bad, bad, wolf, you! ~Vickie Thayer~