Grandma poorly, for goodness sake!
Mother yelled “take her plonk and cake”.
“Does she think she’s Marie Antoinette?”
I kinda mused….but then I digress.
Hyped to bail the urban hood,
I took a track through creepy woods.
All decked out in my scarlet hoody.
I met this Wolf, he was sort of kooky!
He asked me the way to Grandma’s crib,
what can I say, he was really “ripped”!
I kinda freaked out at Grammy’s cottage;
the hairy dude had her in the closet.
He” hoodwinked” me, with his macho charm,
I eyeballed his incisors, and sounded the alarm!
Hey Bra, what’s it with wolves these days?
Maybe it’s a weird girlie craze!
I got that uncanny twilight feel,
like “off my rocker”, kinda surreal!
For real, Woody turned up with his mighty axe,
hey Bra, we pleaded the fifth….
Yeah, that’s a wrap!
©allysoally2017
AllysoAlly 
🙂 this a a fun interpretation. I also have ribs…
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Thank you, Abrie, it was fun. Do you mean you are “ripped”? 🙂
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But of course I have ribs. Alas in the context I cannot refered to being ripped as it as that assumes multiple stomach muscles and I only have one visible stomach…
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Ha ha! It’s a wolf thing, what can I say! 😉
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I came back and read it again. I’ve been so busy this week, I haven’t left comments.
I love this, Ally! It is so much fun. Your dog added a great touch too!😊
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Thanks again, Tanya. My dear dog was such a willing participant in my dramatic productions, I really miss him! 🙂
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This is good read it a couple of times.
Little girls, this seems to say
Never stop upon ur way
Never trust a stranger friend
Nobody knows how it’ll end
As u r pretty so be wise
Wolves may lurk in every guise
..I can’t remember the rest of that little poem
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Thank you. I like that poem, it’s the moral of the story! 🙂
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