First off, I’m neither big
nor bad. Sure, I’ve had
my share of
(sticks, bricks, straw)
incidents,
but I wouldn’t hurt a fly,
even when
I’m seeing a little Red.
No little pigs, little boys, or
grandmothers were harmed
in the making of this story, man.
And that’s all there is to it.
Hey, sometimes a wolf’s
just gotta
h o w l.
(The moon made me do it.)
::
In April, she poems.