Little Red, Little Red, “Where are you going?”
“Over here and away from you.” She said.
He huffed and hawed behind his big paw,
Then smiled a grin full of sharp toothed fangs.
“Did you know I once ate five sheep all in one gulp?”
She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.
He frowned for a moment, this big bad wolf did,
What could he do to impress the little red?
Her fame was known throughout the land,
For her slain foes and their chopped off heads.
But the story goes, she only does so,
When rough tough wolves show off too much.
So he knew that he had his work cut out for him,
Cause those who fell before, were really hard core.
A bit of nudging, perhaps even some seducing,
Nothing got him hornier, than a girl in scarlet capes.
And oh that picnic basket! What toys could be in there?!
Maybe bring them out to play while within deaths throes.
He shook his head to clear his mind from the fantasy,
Growling low with a bit of foreplay, he pinched her bum.
This made her tense, indeed the forest went silent.
He kinda laughed, trying to make light.
Macho wolf didn’t want it to quite end.
When she turned to look at this dog before her,
She smiled a smile that was colder than ice.
“Wanna play wolfie boy?” She sighed bewitchingly.
He was of two emotions, excited and wary.
“I think so?” was his cautious response.
She licked her full beautiful lips,
Chuckled an alluring ‘come hither’ sound.
He stood still, quiet as a mouse,
Eyes all wide and round, completely uncertain.
“Is that your bone or are you just happy to see me?”
She asked and began to unbutton her cape.
“Yea! Yea! That’s it! I got a lust on for you!”
Little Red danced and swayed in a sensual way,
Her perfume reached his twitching furred nose.
Fingers caressed the lid of that picnic basket,
He sat like a good boy and started to beg.
She reached inside the wicker container,
Pulled out a Luger, put a bullet in his head.
He fell down hard with brains seeping through.
Little Red walked over, then sat on his cadaver
Stradling his chest, she leaned in ever so close,
Licked his face slow; moaned soft and low.
Tiny hands lifted wolf’s heavy head,
then smashed it back down, cracking it open.
“Little Red, Little Red is right here. And I’m not going
anywhere.”
She settled herself with his brain in her grasp,
Bit into it like it was a fresh crispy apple.
Savored the flavor as it dripped down her throat,
And finished her dining, like all good little Zombies do.
“A Wolf in Disguise” Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus, Serial Writer
“Over here and away from you.” She said.
He huffed and hawed behind his big paw,
Then smiled a grin full of sharp toothed fangs.
“Did you know I once ate five sheep all in one gulp?”
She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.
He frowned for a moment, this big bad wolf did,
What could he do to impress the little red?
Her fame was known throughout the land,
For her slain foes and their chopped off heads.
But the story goes, she only does so,
When rough tough wolves show off too much.
So he knew that he had his work cut out for him,
Cause those who fell before, were really hard core.
A bit of nudging, perhaps even some seducing,
Nothing got him hornier, than a girl in scarlet capes.
And oh that picnic basket! What toys could be in there?!
Maybe bring them out to play while within deaths throes.
He shook his head to clear his mind from the fantasy,
Growling low with a bit of foreplay, he pinched her bum.
This made her tense, indeed the forest went silent.
He kinda laughed, trying to make light.
Macho wolf didn’t want it to quite end.
When she turned to look at this dog before her,
She smiled a smile that was colder than ice.
“Wanna play wolfie boy?” She sighed bewitchingly.
He was of two emotions, excited and wary.
“I think so?” was his cautious response.
She licked her full beautiful lips,
Chuckled an alluring ‘come hither’ sound.
He stood still, quiet as a mouse,
Eyes all wide and round, completely uncertain.
“Is that your bone or are you just happy to see me?”
She asked and began to unbutton her cape.
“Yea! Yea! That’s it! I got a lust on for you!”
Little Red danced and swayed in a sensual way,
Her perfume reached his twitching furred nose.
Fingers caressed the lid of that picnic basket,
He sat like a good boy and started to beg.
She reached inside the wicker container,
Pulled out a Luger, put a bullet in his head.
He fell down hard with brains seeping through.
Little Red walked over, then sat on his cadaver
Stradling his chest, she leaned in ever so close,
Licked his face slow; moaned soft and low.
Tiny hands lifted wolf’s heavy head,
then smashed it back down, cracking it open.
“Little Red, Little Red is right here. And I’m not going
anywhere.”
She settled herself with his brain in her grasp,
Bit into it like it was a fresh crispy apple.
Savored the flavor as it dripped down her throat,
And finished her dining, like all good little Zombies do.
“A Wolf in Disguise” Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus, Serial Writer
