Rude Hood

Once there was a girl, little hood,

She was a fine mamma, looking good.

Hood decided to take a walk

Didn’t see the wolf watching her like a hawk.

 

Mesmerised by her swinging ass

He trailed behind watching her sway with class

He said “I gotta have a piece of hood,”

“That ass is juicy and good for food.”

 

Suddenly he stopped with a frightful stare

Across from her was mamma, papa and baby bear.

The notorious trio who did goldilocks 

Just  down the road about three blocks

 

Wolf said “I’m not gonna stand for this.”

The Wolf now was getting pissed.

He draws his ooze and colt 44

Rat a tat tat  mama , papa and baby no more.

 

Smoke clears and he sees hoods’ on the floor

“F--k!” he screams “I killed my wh-re.”

 She stirs and looks at him with a smile,

Hood says “Bad boy tonight you get to do d--gystyle.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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White Avatar
October 2, 2010 at 6:47 AM
whoaaaaaaaaa. I got me looking at the fairytales a little different. lol
Neels Avatar
October 1, 2010 at 9:32 AM
Mr. H you have a tendency to take innocence to the other end of the scale, I just love your imagination ;)
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October 1, 2010 at 7:18 AM
I enjoyed reading your outstanding poetry this morning. I hope you have a wonderful weekend filled with good health, love, and lots of inspiration Sidney. Love, Carol
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September 30, 2010 at 4:20 PM
oh me! oh my! lol, I like D.G. comment. weeee! what a poem what a title, enjoyed your poem. Have a yourslef a rat a tat tat swell of a day,..p.d.
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September 30, 2010 at 4:15 PM
Way cool, Sidney. Fun rhyme and wicked story! Naughty boy! Best to you, Diane
Guzzi Avatar
September 30, 2010 at 3:27 PM
Ok Mad Poet give my new contest a try show the folks in the USA what a Brit can do, write me a verse in a dialect of the Isles. Think Chaucer he was VERY naughty! Light & Love
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