Little Red Riding Hood


It’s off to Grandmother’s I go
My red hood keeps out winds that blow
The way through the forest I know
Skip to and fro, Skip to and fro

Is that a wolf I hear howling
Not a time for leisure strolling
With that low menacing growling
Must get rolling, Must get rolling


Experimenting with a new form for today, Monotetra. Shared with Toad’s open link.

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