Red Riding Hood Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya
Red Riding Hood
Little arms and legs,
full of freshness.
I don't see the harm..
the delight,
let us not talk about rights.
Little red riding hood,
then took old of her grandma's gun,
turned around and fired...
one, two, three.
The wolf,
unable to move,
moves only with his eyes,
and sighs,
I am free, I am fre, I am free.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
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