by Paul D
Watch out for the wolf.
|Red, riding in the hood,
in her car, looked for grandma,
who had run away from home,
which became a yearly tradition.
She saw a big puff of smoke
and wondered, Is there a fire?
But, it was Mr. Wolf roasting a pig,
which he also made a yearly tradition.
Red's basket of tempting treats
caught the attention of Mr. Wolf,
who had a mouthful of sweet teeth,
and he howled with delight.
Red's car huffed and puffed and stopped.
She danced down the street with her basket.
Mr. Wolf pranced close behind, sniffing the air,
hoping to get a bite of a delightful treat.
“Oh, grandma, where oh where can you be?”
Mr. Wolf dashed into a shop and dawned a dress,
and in another shop found a lovely hat.
“Oh my, oh my, where am I?” he called.
“Is that you, grandma?” Red cried with tears.
“I'm right behind you, my dear,” Wolf said.
Red turned and said, “Oh, grandma, Halloween is over.”
“Oh really? I didn't know.” Wolf smiled, ready to pounce.
“I brought a basket of goodies for you, grandma.”
“You did?” Wolf did a back flip and spun in the air.
“Oh, grandma, what moves you've got.”
“I been takin' Geritol; it's the real deal,” Wolf answered.
Red handed the basket to grandma,
and the Wolf ate it all, including the basket.
“Wow, grandma, you must be starved.”
Wolf said, “A basket a day keeps the Wolf away.”
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