Monday, October 27 - Fairy Tale Name Poem

 

 

P             Peculiar and

U             Unruly,

S              Sly as well as

S              Strong,

 

I               Imaginative with a

N             Nice clever thought always in mind.

 

B             Boots, a favored shoe.

O             Ogre Wrecking and

O             Opinionated,

T              Talkative yet still

S              Stealthy as night.

Friday, October 24 - X Marks The Spot

 

 

                You had sailed at sea for about a week now. A young pirate known as Pip was your only company, other than the rats that inhabited your sleeping quarters under the deck. Captain Foxy Hookman had orchestrated this entire mission. “What mission?” you might have wondered in the past few days. Well, after stealing another crew’s ship, you and your mates stumbled upon a treasure map. According to the scribbled handwriting on the old map, the treasure was probably some form of gold or riches. Of course, anyone would be interested in something like that. So obviously you guys had to go find this, I mean there’s a butt ton of money involved.

                After your week of sailing the high seas, you had reached the island that the treasure was supposed to be buried on. Your whole crew, basically just you, Pip, and the Captain, trekked through the dark forest for two days, attacking anything that tried to attack you. For those two nights, you guys had set up shelter and told stories and laughed around a campfire. It was sort of like camp, but like more life threatening and surrounded by things that wanted to kill you the second you took your eyes off of them.

                Anyway, in the afternoon of the third day, you guys found a giant black ‘X’ painted onto the ground on the other side of the island. Right on the shore. Backed up to the ocean. Literally, all you had to do was follow the shore to the other side, no one has time for the silly forest bullcrap nonsense. But, since you and your crew were completely and utterly ridiculous, I guess that seemed like a good idea to you bunch.

                After Captain Hookman had made you and Pip dig up the treasure under the giant obvious ‘X’, the only thing you pulled out was a note in a bottle. Your Captain opened it up and read the note. You and Pip gathered behind him and heard him read it out loud. “Dear whoever may find this,” your Captain read with a heavy Irish and Pirate accent, “If you and your friends have found this, then you have worked together hopefully through honest, loyal, humorous, hilarious, unique and magical ways. The real treasure here is the power of friendship. Signed, Twilight Sparkley Horse.” Well forget that! You guys broke the bottle, ripped the note, and went home.

Thursday, October 23 - That's Punny!

 

 

                Two very bored students sat in their chemistry classroom, barely picking up on what the teacher had been saying for the past thirty minutes. Lisa and Ellie were their names, and to put it bluntly, neither of them cared about chemistry in the slightest. As Lisa sat with her cheek propped into her hand, staring absentmindedly at the Smartboard ahead, Ellie pulled out a sheet of lined paper and scribbled a message to her friend. After receiving a slight nudge, Lisa noticed the paper next to her and pulled it in front of her. Written on the sheet was, “This is boring, let’s make class a little more pun.” Lisa smiled at the ridiculously awful joke thrown at her. Lisa knew she had to respond, I mean who could resist such uncreative and simply entertaining silly antics in such a boring room? Just the idea of blocking out the perplexing and aggravating content written on the class board seemed like a great idea, even when puns were involved.

                Lisa took her pencil and scrawled comeback on the line below her friend’s terrible attempt at a joke. This was going to be war. Ellie received the new message and looked to see what her best friend had come up with. “You really aren’t punny, you know that? In fact, I’d say you belong in this humdrum class. Do you know why? You’re more of a boron than the actual element.” Ah, a double pun, and one that relates to their immediate situation as well. Not bad Lisa, not bad. The joke was so lame, that it probably out-lamed her friend’s previous attempt. The two caught each other’s eye and both smiled deviously. “It’s on,” Ellie whispered.

                “Like Donkey Kong,” Lisa promised.  Now, Ellie knew what she had to do. She couldn’t let Lisa out-pun her, what kind of best friend would Ellie be if she let Lisa win out of the good name of their friendship? An awful one! The girl got to work with her next train wreck of an idea. After finishing her writing, she slid the paper in front of Lisa. Swiping the paper closer, the blond read what her friend had written. “Wow, you’re RUTHenium-LESS. However, you do know that if I let you win, then I wouldn’t look as RADium. I will not rest until I have defeated you.” Oh how the tables have turned! Not only a double pun, but a double chemistry pun in chemistry class. Ellie’s sense of irony was enough to twist someone’s mind and send them into a wild fit, running around in circles like some sort of drooling, brain damaged animal. Lisa knew this, so she had to spice things up and be even faster with her lame comebacks. She passed the paper back to Ellie, who sat there trying to make it look like an all-out war wasn’t going down in the back of the classroom. The teacher might notice if they kept looking at each other, teachers are sharp like that.

                Ellie dragged the poor paper back to her when she saw Lisa put her pencil down. “Wow Ellie,” it said, “You’re so SILLY-CON! But your jokes are almost as bad as our school’s grading system, so congrats to you. I didn’t think anyone could possibly achieve that. My puns are made of IRON, so you might as well quit your GALLanTIUM and NOBELium efforts while you still have a chance.” Now she’s done it. This war won’t end now with both of the girls fiercely prove each other wrong. That’s what best friends do anyway. This would continue to go on for as long as it needed to, or until they both got completely and utterly sick at the puns they were making.

                For the next thirty minutes of class, the girls continued to throw pun after pun at each other.

                “I heard Oxygen and Potassium went on a date with each other. Apparently it went OK.”

“Really? I heard that it was Hydrogen and Oxygen! What a HO!”

                “Do you know what is my favorite places to visit are in EUROPium? FRANCium and GERMANIum.”

                “I personally prefer AMERICUm.”

                “I always look at Yttrium and ask Y?”

                “Nitrogen asked Oxygen out to see a movie, but I heard it was a big NO.”

                Literally, this went on for thirty minutes. Thirty. Minutes. Puns were scattered all over the front and back of the paper, accompanied by some scribbles of poorly drawn images used to degrade and make fun of each other. It was all in fun though, maybe too much fun. The two young high-schoolers were now a heaving and giggling mess in the back of the room, and with every teacher’s weird and unexplainable extensive knowledge everything going on around them at all times and probably their extra set of eyes or something, the two blushing and gasping girls were noticed. Marching up to their desks, the teacher snatched up their legacy with a tight scowl and unamused look in her eyes before reading over the messy content on the page. The girls waited in a dead silence as all of their peer’s eyes were glued to them and the older woman in front of them. Finally finishing every completely useless joke on the sheet, the teacher finally looked down at the two. With that incredibly pissed and disappointed “Teacher Look” wiped onto her face, she asked the girls probably one of the worst things an older cliché teacher like her had to ask. “What do you have to say for yourselves?”

                The girls peered over to each other, and sure enough, the next thing to come out of their mouths were something incredibly stupid, yet clever nonetheless. “I was going to make a joke about chemistry,” Lisa smiled.

                “But all the good ones ARGON.”  Ellie finished with a self-satisfied smirk. Of course, the outcome to that was also fairly easy to predict. A class of laughing students, two devilishly clever smiling girls, an incredibly pissed off teacher, and after-school detention for two.

                Later that day, as Lisa and Ellie sat in an empty row at the front of their class, ready to serve their “jail time,” as they liked to call it, Ellie turned to look at her partner in crime. “Sorry if I got us in trouble,” Ellie sighed with an awkward smile.

                Lisa just laughed and shook her head. “It’s alright,” she said. “Besides, no matter what, you’ll always be a BRO- of- MINE.”

Tuesday, October 21 - Deja Vu

 

                Caroline studied the old man carefully. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something about him reminded her of someone else. But who? She knew for sure that she had in fact seen him somewhere before. Did they cross paths at some point, or has she seen him in the area before and just didn’t take the time to really look at him until now? Caroline’s mind almost went into overdrive as she began to follow the mysterious character. Curiosity gnawed at her while she strained her eyes to keep track of the man as he silently darted through the people on the streets ,hunched over and head bent down. This feeling was similar to Deja Vu, yet stronger. She cut over until she was directly behind him and only a few people away. Just as she was starting to catch up, the man looked over his shoulder and spotted her weaving her way through the crowd, not too far from where he was. Now knowing that she was in pursuit of him, he turned and began running.

                “Wait!” Caroline shouted as she too began to run. “Please, wait! I have to ask you something!” She extended her hand out, reaching in his direction while her heels clicked loudly on the sidewalk’s pavement. The man didn’t stop to react to her words; he needed to get away before she caught up to him. However, Caroline was fiercely determined to discover the identity of this person, no matter what it took. She wasn’t sure what was driving her to pursue him, but something inside of her mind told her to keep going. “Don’t lose track of him,” it told her, “He can’t get away this time!”

                At this point, people in the crowd began to stop and move out of the way of the chase. A few people tried to grab the man, thinking that perhaps he had stolen something from the woman hot on his trail. He wouldn’t give in though. The mysterious figure began to shove people out of his way in hopes of making a faster retreat. However, this just drew more attention to himself, something he was obviously trying to avoid. He moved even faster now, needing to get out of the area as soon as possible or at least to somewhere where he could get away without any spectators. At this rate, he would stir up too much of a crowd and Caroline would catch him for sure. The man spotted a turn in the side of a brick building that led to a narrow alley. There, he needed to get there! No one would see him that way.

                Just as the figure made a turn into the alleyway, he felt a firm tug on his black coat jacket. “Please sir, just give me a minute!” It was Caroline again. The man failed to notice how close Caroline had gotten when he was searching for somewhere to hide. He would have no choice now, he had to break the promise he had made to her. “I’m sorry, but for some reason,” Caroline began to speak, but slowly stopped as she saw the man turn to her. Her words fell out of her mouth. The two stared each other dead in the eyes, matching baby blue orbs reflecting each other.

                For just a second the two stood still, looking at each other with mixed emotions. The man breathed out a quick, “I’m sorry.” Pain suddenly shot through Caroline’s head and she let out a small yelp in pain. She bent over, the palms of her hands pressing into her strained forehead. She stayed that way for a few moments until the pain began to die down. Standing up straight with a hand to her head, Caroline studied her environment. Confusion quickly found its way into her brain. Why was she in an empty alleyway? Last time she remembered, Caroline was just exiting a coffee shop on the other side of town. Stumbling a little, Caroline made her way out of the alley and back onto the streets, her fingers still pressed into her temple. Soon enough, a young couple approached Caroline and asked if she was alright. Caroline told them that she was fine, but wasn’t sure what she was doing or how and why she ended up where she did. The couple nodded and decided to escort her back to her car to be sure that she wouldn’t get into any more trouble on the way. Caroline didn’t mind, so she let the two young adults lead her back downtown. As Caroline walked down the pavement, a silent, forgotten memory sighed in the back of her mind. “You let him get away again.”

Thursday, October 16 - Rain

 

 

Rain, unlike thunderstorms, never particularly caused me any discomfort. Rain itself is actually quite relaxing to listen to and watch. Chilly, dark, rainy days are perfect for curling up in bed to sleep or read a nice book. It also allows me to make warm drinks such as tea or hot chocolate. Something that is useful for me is that rain can change the mood or atmosphere. For instance, a dark rainy night could be used to help set the scene for a horror movie or story, yet brighter rainy days can signify a day for stay at home relaxation and comfort. Weather is something that greatly helps writers, such as myself, when it comes to dealing with setting and plot.

Although being caught in the rain can be very uncomfortable sometimes, splashing around in the water and having it shower over you can be very soothing. Standing or walking in the rain cools down your body and refreshes your senses. Even under an umbrella, you can feel yourself being washed off. At that point, it will be easier to smell and feel the liquid in the atmosphere. With pollen, plants, and dead leaves being washed away, people with bad allergies will feel brand new after a nice rain.

In a way similar to taking a shower, the air outside will have a humid and slow type of feel to it after it has stopped raining. That feeling reminds me of recycling and renewal. The old plants have died, the rain came, and now the earth is ready to start new and fresh. The dirt has been rinsed and now it’s time for something else to grow in its place. It’s a blissful and calming way to think about how the Earth is always changing.

This kind of weather isn’t for everyone though. Being someone who doesn’t like thunderstorms, the rain can indicate that a strong storm could be coming, making me a little nervous when I see the sky darken. The loud bangs and flashing lights of a storm can cause people paranoia, discomfort and anxiety. The bright flashes of lightning can also cause seizures for those with epilepsy.

Storms and rain have major impacts on our ecosystem and economy. While rain and occasional storms are good for the earth, too much can lead to serious disasters. Flooding is one of the most obvious and major problems with rain. Beaches, lakes, rivers, streams and valleys can be easily flooded, which could cause destruction to land, property, and persons in those areas. Oceans can become restless during storms, which could compromise fishing ships and docks. Fish is a major meat in the diets of people around the world, so bad weather could easily bring down sales for this type of food.

Even if rain isn’t something for everyone to enjoy, it is essential for us and our planet. Without it, our planet would drought and life wouldn’t be stable. Rain isn’t always liked, but it is something that will always be needed by all of us.

Wednesday, October 15 - I Remember When

 

 

                “I remember that time when I took that trip to the zoo. That was one of the craziest days of my life,” Jay, a young teenager said as he stared up at the clouds from a grassy hill. Beside him, his friend Fen laid stretched out, also watching the white cloud puffs stroll through the sky. Sitting up, she looked down to her best friend, a questioning look on her face.

“The zoo? How is that exciting? I would understand if you were a nine year old or something, but at 16? You must be a bigger softie than I initially thought.” She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him in a cheeky manner. Shooting up from his spot, Jay looked her dead in the eyes.

                “Oh please, I am not!” he shouted. “As a matter of fact, I have pictures to prove just how exciting it was. Believe me or not, but I have documented proof.” More excited than she let herself out to be, Fen acted aloof to mask her deep curiosity. She always was the proud type.

                “Yeah I’m sure,” Fen sighed with a wave of her hand. “If you want to show me pictures of you in front of the penguins or petting a goat, then be my guest. I won’t judge you.” The more Fen teased the boy, the more determined he was to show her what he meant.

With a wide smirk, Jay whipped his phone out of his side pocket and began scrolling through his photos. “Fine, I’ll show you,” he remarked, “but you’ll be seeing more than just penguins and goats.” Now completely enthusiastic, Jay quickly tapped the buttons on his phone, his hand jittering with excitement. Oh what has Fen gotten herself into? Filled to the brim with full blown curiosity, Fen leaned towards her friend as he continued to tap away on his phone. “There! There they are!” Jay laughed as he flipped the phone towards his friend. “Scroll through these,” The boy said as he handed over his flip phone to the girl beside him.

Carefully taking the phone, Fen looked at the first picture of Jay smiling in front of the entrance of the local zoo. “What a dork,” she laughed quietly to herself. She flipped through the photos, which seemed to be fairly normal so far. There were a few pictures of Jay and some of the animals there. “Everything looks normal, minus you being a dweeb,” Fen said as she continued to click through the camera.

A smile began to etch away at Jay’s features as he watched her go through the contents on his phone. “Just keep looking,” he laughed. “You’ll get to them.” Fen rolled her eyes and continued to look through the phone.

Now, her patience and curiosity began to thin. Then, something caught her eye. One photo in particular, a monkey was unusually close to the camera. Despite being blurry from movement, the picture had a fairly good quality; that was something you didn’t see with zoom in camera phones. She clicked over to the next picture, this one even more interesting. A raccoon was clutching onto the head of a man, and with closer inspection, it looked like wild monkeys were running around in the background. “Jay?” the girl asked in a worried tone. Jay didn’t respond, he only sat there grinning.

Fen scrolled through the pictures faster now, yet still taking in the details of each one. A rhino bashing through a food stand, a man trying to escape with a panda, a group of people running from a hoard of elephants, each picture got crazier than the last! “Jay!” Fen barked, holding the mobile device in her hand up to the male. “Is this you riding on the back of a giraffe?!”

Jay’s smirk sliced his way through his handsome features, growing wider with every passing photo. “Dunno, it might be. Just keep scrolling.” Following his command, Fen scrolled through the rest of the pictures. Fire, destruction, ostriches, lions, gorillas, chaos. Fen dropped the phone with a shudder.

“How could you take pictures at a time like that? God, people were probably being killed or something.” Jay just laughed and picked up his phone, wiping off the screen and putting it aside.

“Actually, to everyone’s surprise, there were only a few minor injuries. Some monkey bites, a few raccoon attacks, maybe a sprained ankle or two? I don’t know, I only caught most of it.” Fen stood up and dusted off her long skirt.

“Care to explain how any of this happened?” Fen cast a glare and an extended hand towards her seated friend. He was notorious for coming with crazy plots, and actually having the guts to execute them. Taking her hand, Jay allowed his friend to pull him to a standing position.

“I may or may not have pissed off a bunch of monkeys,” he said with a devilish grin. The pair began to walk off of the grassy hill back towards their school.

“You’re lucky I don’t report you to the authorities,” Fen laughed, teasing her friend as usual. Jay waved it off with a laugh.

“You won’t,” was his only reply as they continued to walk together.

Friday, October 10 - Pet Peeve

 

Music Choice For The Day

 

                I sat there in class, ready to use my own textbook to knock myself out to get away from this torture. Sitting just two desks away from me was a fellow classmate chewing on their nails. They would sit there and use their teeth to grind them down before using their other nails to click them together obnoxiously. God I sat there just cringing at the awful sounds that came from their compulsive routine. You see, the problem wasn’t the action, but the sound of it. That horrible clicking and popping of the nails being bitten down and snapped together; I can’t stand it! I can’t even begin to describe how much it bothers me. I mean really, I can’t. There is no justified reason as to why this simple action bothers me so much. It doesn’t irritate me in a way similar to someone tapping their pencil or pen on their desk, it actually grosses me out. This disgusted and uncomfortable feeling builds up inside of me when I hear it.

                Not wanting to be rude or sound harsh, I lean over to them and awkwardly call out a hushed, “hey,” to grab their attention. Not responding, I do it again. The person lowers their hand from their face as they look over at me. “Hey, sorry,” I begin, “but could you please stop chewing on your nails? Sorry, but it just bothers me a bit.” The person apologizes and agrees to stop. I give them a thank you and a small smile before readjusting myself in my seat. Finally, I feel comfortable and everything is peaceful once again. Until a few moments later, I hear a soft clicking. My eyebrows automatically furrow in annoyance as I look over at the same person, now clicking their nails together again. Looking up and seeing my gaze, they immediately stop again. “Oh, sorry,” they apologize. I give them another smile and try to shake it off. “It’s fine,” I whispered back. Yet of course, no more than just a few minutes later, and the sound starts up again. I just sit there and leave them be, not wanting to fuss at them for having the bad habit. Knowing that they can’t help the subconscious need to grind up their nails, so I merely lay my head down and try to tune out the horrible sound.

Tuesday, October 7 - The Flip Side

 

Stress In Teenagers

 

The classes?

Boring.

The people?

Boring.

Not all of them of course,

But enough to do the trick.

Where has my motivation gone?

Out the door with my patience.

Even here in October,

One of my favorite months of the year,

I can’t find the time to get anything done,

Or done right.

In only my second year,

I am more than ready to get out of here.

The noise, the crowd, the people, the work, the mundane routine,

God I’m just sick of it all.

Annoyed, unamused, and with my patience withering way,

I’m done. I’m so done.

To you school, I must say,

Goodbye and good day.

 

 

 

We wonder what is troubling our friend.

She sits there ever so quietly, at least,

Quieter than usual.

Last year, so cheery and excited,

So full of laughter and life,

But that seems to have faded.

She talks about the work she won’t, or can’t do.

We nod and shrug it off, that’s the habit of a teen anyway.

Everyday it’s another story about how the classes she’s in,

She’s no longer doing so good.

Why, we must ask ourselves.

Why is our friend, once brighter than ever,

Now sitting unentertained,

Her light bulb fading out of its once brilliant lumosity?

Why does she sit there on the edge quietly?

Listening in more than participating?

Out of our generosity,

We will leave her with her thoughts.

Monday, October 6 - Persona Poem

 

What Is A Persona?

 

It’s another hot day here on the coast,

These days are always my favorite,

These kinds of days are always the best.

It’s perfect for another day for fun in the sun,

And time for rest.

On these special days, I’ll walk on the hot sand,

And let the cool blue ocean waves wash over my legs.

I’ll wear my favorite sun hat and stroll the beach,

My red bikini strapped to my body,

And shoes kicked by the shore,

I’ll spend another day in the waves.

Collecting sea shells in a bucket,

Going for a swim, sitting on the sand, I’ll have as much fun as I can.

A bonfire party at dusk,

The music will play, everyone I know will be there,

And maybe some that I don’t.

I’ll meet them there too.

We’ll dance on the sand and go for a surf,

Laughing, splashing, just being young,

We’ll be wilder than the waves and just as free.

Just like every Saturday, I’ll be relaxing at my home,

The beach.

Monday will come and school will be in,

They can take my week,

They can steal my time,

But they won’t take away my sun or my sand,

Not on my Saturdays at our local beach.

Thursday, October 2 - The Frog Prince

 

The Original Story

 

                On a very beautiful and sunny day, a young girl working on her family’s farm went outside to tend to the farmyard as usual. Slipping on her boots and hat, she set out to get her chores done. Washing the barn, feeding the animals, and plowing the fields, the girl worked for many hours until the sun began to set. The girl, now tired and in need of rest, headed to the family’s nearby pond to wash off her boots and enjoy the sunset before going in for dinner. Scrubbing off the dirt and mud from her boots, the girl sat by the water and looked over the trees towards the orange sky. As she sat there and enjoyed the evening air, a small frog hopped out of the pond and rested next to the girl. She turned to look at the frog as it let out a croak to get her attention.

                The farm girl smiled at the frog and lifted it into her hands, looking at his small green face. “Hey there little guy,” she laughed. “I know I’ve seen many critters such as yourself around this pond before, but you look different than the rest.” The frog merely blinked at the girl. “I’m Melissa by the way,” she spoke. Extending out a pinkie to the frog, she waited for him to introduce himself. The frog dipped his head and put his hand on her finger, as if he were saying hello. “You’re pretty smart for a frog, you know that?” Melissa said. The frog let out a loud boasting croak, making Melissa laugh. “I like you,” she said. “You seem like a nice little guy. Why not come live with me inside for a while? It’s probably nicer than being out in a cold pond at night anyway.” The frog let out a little nod in return to Melissa’s words. With the sun now finally set, Melissa jumped up and dashed back to her farmhouse, the frog closed in her hands.

                After convincing her parents to let their tiny guest stay there for a few days, Melissa and the frog were inseparable. He sat on her shoulder as she worked during the day, swam in the pond at sunset while she sat on the shore, she let him sit next to her at dinner and eat off of her plate, and he would rest on her pillow at night while she slept. On the third morning of this cycle, Melissa woke up to see that the little frog was gone. “Where’d you go little guy? Did you fall off the bed?” Melissa asked in a tone full of worry as she began searching the sheets and under her bed. “Where did you hope off to?” As Melissa’s anxiety began to grow, she heard a gentle knock on her bedroom door. Before she could say a single word, a male voice rang out clearly.

                “Open the door, my farm girl dear; open the door your true love is here. Mind the words that you told me by the pond on the sunset night three nights ago.” Melissa stared blankly at the door as she approached it. Twisting the knob and pulling the wooden slab open, an unexpected visitor stood there. A handsome young boy with the most beautiful green eyes Melissa had ever seen leaned in the door way, a smirk worn on his face. He told her that he had been cursed into being a frog by a spiteful magical creature. “You broke the spell by bringing me into your home and showing me true hospitality for three days and nights. Now, I only have one wish. Not your mother’s pearls, not any family jewels or gold. I want something more precious.”

                “What would that wish be?” Melissa asked, still shocked and in awe about the situation. The boy took her hands and held them tight. Melissa’s cheeks flushed crimson as the boy smiled at her and gently kissed her cheek.

                “You,” said the boy, “have broken this cruel charm, and now I have nothing to wish for but that you should allow me your hand in marriage. We will be wed for as long as we both live.” Not hesitating on her answer, Melissa took him by the hand and rushed down the stairs to tell her parents about the news. Although reluctant at first, the parents respected their daughter’s wish to marry the boy she had come to love deeply. Melissa’s fiancé was welcomed into the family almost immediately. He called his parents had told them of his condition; they both nearly had heart attacks at the news! For the next few years, the boy lived with Melissa on the farm, tending to their eight horses, plucking the feathers off of the chickens, and harvesting the crops. At the right age, Melissa and her handsome love married and lived happily together for many years.

Wednesday, October 1 - Fairy Tale Characters

 

 

Little red hood, bobbing along,

Little girl singing a song

Through the forest and down the road,

Straight down a path to her grandmother’s home.

Smoke burns through the sea of twisted up trees,

Bird song and gunshots can be heard,

Fights on the streets and crimes in the woods,

Little Red, you’re in the hood.

Tiny girl as sweet as can be,

She skips happily and merrily on her way,

To her grandmother’s cottage

On the other side of town,

Straight passed the rugged area of the downtown.

She finally arrives and knocks on the door,

Following a rhythm that’s a secret to the rest,

She opens the door and peers inside,

And sees a scene that she really detests.

The large scary wolf stood in front of her grandma,

His arms out and ready to steal.

“Aw nah I don’t think so,” Tiny red sang.

“You city hoods don’t mess with my gang.”

With just a basket, a twig and some yarn,

Little Red sent the wolf yelping away,

Far far away.

The two sharing a light embrace,

The little red hooded girl said,

“Don’t worry Mama G, I got you.”