They’ve gotten a bad rap,
really,
all that huff
-ing and puffing and blowing
things down and making little
pigs and boys cry, and
dressing like grandma
and eating people.
(Calm down now,
it was one person,
and after all, she had him
seeing Red.)
Whether you’re made of sticks
or bricks or straw instead, all
that sputtering is just so much
spit.
Sometimes a wolf’s just gotta get
down with their
(big, bad)
selves and howl.
(Hey, maybe the moon made them do it.)
With all those
(my, what big)
teeth they have, they could’ve
done a whole lot more damage.
And gotten away with it.
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I don’t know what gave you the idea to have a fractured fairy tales theme going, but it is brilliant. This is just wonderful writing, abundantly entertaining, and sooooooooo you! And “seeing red” HA!!!!
Thanks so much, Marie. These come in droves, when they come. I’ve written many in the past, too. I think when Robert says “story poem,” I just go down this (breadcrumb pebbled, yellow brick road) path. 😉