Little Red shot 'em dead

I saw her skipping
through the wood,
her basket of cakes
smelt so good.

I followed her closely
through the trees,
the hem of her cape
brushed over her knees.

She sang a song
-a happy tune.
She stopped for some flowers,
Lovely blooms.

I crept up behind,
watching her close.
The smell of the cakes
filled my nose.

‘What are you doing out here
Little Red?’
‘I’m going to grandmamma’s;
she’s sick in bed.’

She skipped on her way,
I took a short cut
- I got to the house first
but…

Before I could get
my paws in the door,
Grandmamma hit me
‘Do you want some more?!’

She swung her arms
in a trained fashion.
I fell on some shelves.
Books went crashing.

On the floor
I lay almost dead.
Grandmamma opened the door
‘Come in Little Red.’

Little Red stepped in,
her mouth formed a smile.
She grabbed some rope
‘Why don’t you stay a while?’

Grandmamma hit me
on the head with a pot
whilst Little Red went to the door
and turned the lock.

When I came to
I was tied to a chair.
Grandmamma was brushing
Little Red’s hair.

‘Oh he’s awake!’
Exclaimed Little Red.
Grandmamma reached for something
under her bed.

I saw something glisten
silver in her hand…
This is a really messed up
fairy tale land!

With one loud bang
and a bullet through my head
I, the wolf
was promptly shot dead.