Little Red Riding Hood's Final Stroll

Twas the darkest of nights in the prarie woodland Little Red Riding Hood walked the raven strand A steamy fog cut through the bleary bog The rancid odor of vaporous springs did the air clog A venomous frog full of spite sat on a jagged log Vampire bats with their ebony capes the putrid air did flog A Hoot owl from overhead bellowed out a dolesome refrain Sprightly shadows followed forming a loathsome train Every few seconds, an eery howl filled the air with a portentous strain Creepy, crawling insects fiddled a tune of disdain Little Red Riding Hood's heels became mired in the porous, sandy soil Discarding her sandals, she screeched; slimy leeches clasped each, bleached sole Thirsty, Vampire bats veered all about seeking her virgin blood to spoil Frightened to her wits' end, she sat down on a log to weigh her dreary toll Unbeknownst to her, the spiteful toad for a wary companion did troll Taking aim, that malicious toad took a gleeful caper landing on her facial mole Discharging his vitriolic potion, Little Red Riding Hood screamed as the pain through her blanched tissue did roll A minute later, her callous mole was transformed into a pusy, seething boil Leaping from her bartered stool, she ran into the foreboding wood Her homely cape snagged on an extended limb and from her fragile arm  spilt blood The whiff of fresh, warm blood was immediately sensed by a wolf pack brood Hearing the howling pack approaching, she froze right where she stood Remembering Grandmother's wise advice, she climbed the nearest tree Not realizing therein lay a poisonous snake perched so sprightly Arriving on the scene first, the Druid lapped up the trail of blood that gushed from her wound so freely To placate the menacing brood, she tossed down some of grandmother's crumpets briskly A second later, the coiled up snake lunged at its helpless target with lightning speed  Alarmed, Little Red Riding Hood whirled about wrapping around her the flailing snake like a nimble reed Losing her balance, she fell headlong into the hungry jaws of gluttonous greed That ravenous brood lapped up the crumpets, diced up the snake, and did the nimble limbs of Little Red Riding Hood knead A word of caution to every rambling, ambling tite If ever you venture into the perilous copse at night Beware of the spiteful vermin that scour and stalk with stealthy might And never from the beaten trail stray or malicious malcontents will your innocence spite