Stalked her for many days
Tried to get her in many ways
She looked damn good in red
She'd look much better dead
Followed her on every dark path
Hoped she took a nice long bath
Killed as he waited for the child
Old hag dead and his hunger wild
After ages, she knocked on the door
Nana's corpse lies rotten on the floor
He took her smell in nice and slow
He cross-dressed and put on a show
But the girl with the red hood knew
Expert huntsman, an arrow she drew
Killed the creepy, pervy big bad wolf
In a flash of a second, his life she took
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
