October drabbles - 25
She dawdles. Always she dawdles. You tell her to go straight to grandmother’s house and she’s wandering, playing her games. But there’s things in these woods a red riding-hood won’t keep away. So I’m watching and keeping her safe till she catches my shadow and runs right away. What’s a grandma to do?
The white moon lights her way of course, but look what it’s doing to mine. So I hide in my bed, with a nightcap down over my ears and I hope she won’t know.
“Oh Grandma, what big teeth you’ve got.”
If only the girl didn’t dawdle.
The white moon lights her way of course, but look what it’s doing to mine. So I hide in my bed, with a nightcap down over my ears and I hope she won’t know.
“Oh Grandma, what big teeth you’ve got.”
If only the girl didn’t dawdle.
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