Little Red Riding, Not

Little Red Riding Hood
forgot to mount her horse
left him behind
chomping grass in the field

she,
being too foolish or too lazy
to take the time to
catch
brush
saddle
and
bridle
her willing pet
and too grossed out
to pick his hooves,
filled her basket with wine and cake
and set off down the trail
ON FOOT
to feed her sick granny

her mother warned her strictly
to stay on the trail

she should have told the girl
to use her brains
and ride her pony

I would tell you more,
but there is no more to tell

The Little Red Riding Hood girl,
Not Riding
was too slow
to outrun
the Big Bad Wolf

he
ate
her

~

Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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65 thoughts on “Little Red Riding, Not

  1. Did she taste good I wonder or was she just torn asunder? Never-the-less she payed for her blunder.
    Lovely photo. Have a nice day.

    1. Haha…I love that:
      That greedy wolf didn’t spare one sole.
      He took a bite and swallowed whole…
      (then made off with the wine)
      Have a nice day as well!

  2. This is a great poem… I read another nice version by Roald Dahl!

    And, I know that I have said this before… I will say it again. You have incredible eyes.. They shine with intelligence

  3. Such a fun read, Tanya. This made my day. 😀
    I like the French version where the woodcutter saves the day and cuts the Grandmother unharmed out of the wolf, but what’s the lesson in that!
    It must be that the French are hopeless romantics! 😉

      1. Yes, it’s called “hoodwinked” and it’s got a picture of the big bad wolf! (aka my dog Ted who crossed the rainbow bridge) 😉

  4. Tanya, there is a metaphor for progress. If you retreat, you will be eaten. By the way, blue must be your favorite color. It suits you. All the best, Keith

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