The Criminal Little Red
This is a story of little red
Who always wore a hood
And how she was in the fed
Because she wasn’t always good
Her name was quite notorious
Her granny tried to raise her right
Her crime skills though were glorious
It all started that night
When she saw her granny
But only saw the rival lone creature
It was old, fat, and wore a fanny
He wore it like a feature
The cops soon came
And saw little red
They saw the granny mane
Little red dropped her basket
And the granny was put into a casket
This poem is about:
Me