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.”
With the streets of Mama G on fire, Little Red Riding Pimp decides to gun everyone down. An interesting twist on the well known Grimm brothers' fairy tale: How I met your mother. It was well written, if brief, and had good use of vocabulary, if limited. Instead of Mama G, however, it would be more significant if Mama G was actually Joesph Stalin and the streets of Mama G was actually the Baltic Ocean.
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