Little Red Riding Hood – The Wolf's Lesson, An Alternative Fairytale Options

[Guest_Maxim_*]

Hi David

Thanks for the welcome and your kind comments. Thanks also for the tip about the other Brit's out there.

There seems to be a lot to look through on MM for a new boy but I will make a point to drop in on them soon.

Maxim

[Guest_Maxim_*]

Hello Cleo

Thanks for the lively welcome. Glad you liked the piece.

This is a great site you are running. I first discovered a similar poetry website last year but have been unable pursue this interest in recent months, so I now look forward to getting to know this site better and to finding the time and inspiration to contribute.

Maxim  

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello MaXiM and WELCOME TO THE MOSAIC!

What a treat, this first piece of yours I have read!  :grinning:

You've got the beat, and the tale was very easy to almost 'sing' along!

Very clever!



Cheers!
~Cleo  :pharoah:

[Guest_Tao_*]

Hello MaXiM,

Welcome to MM!

Nice rhythm as I trotted with Red, uh, the wolf to grannie's house. So that's why they told me to eat with my mouth closed! Especially liked the 3rd stanza.

If you're interested in more classic fairy tales, check Cybele's Hansel and Gretel post in Pandora's Box. She, a lady of grace, is also from your part of the world. Alan, a fellow punner, also hails from Queen's Realm!

May your stay here at MM  be a smiling one...

David

[Guest_Maxim_*]

Little Red Riding Hood – The Wolf's Lesson

“Not Mutton again,” he sighed at his meal;
that Wolf was a real fussy eater.
The rest of the pack found old sheep ideal,
While Wiley thought children much sweeter.

So off to Man's town he quickly was bound
to pick up a tasty young snack.
But Woodsmen with axes lurked all around;
not one child could he find to attack.

Then Wiley whilst hunting came to a road
that led to Gran's hut in the wood.
And daily, he noted, a girl this way strode;
who wore a red cape with a hood.

Yet near to that road those Woodsmen were seen
and each had an axe in his belt.
Now even though Wiley's hunger was keen,
he never would risk his own pelt.

So clever old Wiley, he thought up a plan,
to enter Gran's hut of a morning.
Then, taking the place of that feeble old Nan,
he'd eat the child up without warning.

Early next day, after snacking on Gran,
that wolf hid himself in her bed.
Soon came along all according to plan,
the girl with the cape that was red.

She saw Wiley's head there in her Nan's bed,
but only an eyebrow did raise.
“What big eyes and big teeth,” so calmly she said,
that Wiley accepted her praise.

His plan was forgot, he was ever too proud
and this vanity led to his doom.
They chatted away so long and so loud,
that a Woodsman came into the room.

Now here ends my tale and Wiley as well,
the Woodsman did chop off his head.
And as to that girl, her cape she did sell;
she now had a fur coat instead!

The lesson to take in setting Man bait,
in case you should think it just rude;
let Wiley's end show the terrible fate,
if ever you talk to your food.

By Maxim