Artwork by Amanda Robinson
Little Red wears a hand me down hood
tattered and a size too small.
Her basket hangs empty from her skinny arm;
she's got nothing for Grannie at all.
But she has friends
of friends of friends
just west of Hunter's Bend
who help her sell Grannie's Percocet
so that Grannie can make the rent.
And since Grannie's been known to skip a meal
so that she can feed her cat,
Little Red will swing by the Food Bank
to try to put a stop to that.
I let Little Red go on her way;
I couldn't bring myself to take her.
I may be a big, bad wolf,
but I've more scruples than Grannie's banker.
For Margaret's prompt at Real Toads