Little Red Riding Poop?

Red skipped, twirled and laughed.
She caught the wolf before each act.
The wolf was known for perfecting the art of temptation,
So Red would not give him a chance for redemption.
He prowled low to the ground trying not to get caught.
Each time he tought he was safe and would stop
There was Red watching his steps, just like he thought.
The wolf was in fraught of this Hood being a gwak,
So he stood up to face this Red Hooded Hawk.
And as she started to cry he growled out this threat,
"Can I have some peace? I don't want your basket
If you don't cease this action you'll be in a casket!
Retreat immediately
There's something I don't want you to see
I need to take my lumps so I need some privacy!
I know I seem evil and scary and rude
But I also have needs, I'm only a dude."

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