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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 1:07 pm
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Don’t look out into the dark, you can see their eyes fine That’s enough to know they’re there Watching. Waiting. Hungry. Never trust the big bad wolf, that’s what you were taught, Don’t ever forget that, but you can forget they’re there It makes the night easier. Look at the light that catches you instead Focus on moving, show them what you know they’ll like Only a peek, never show it all They shouldn’t be allowed near your basket of treats. Your stomach twists in knots at their calls To each other, to you Don’t show you’re afraid, it’ll encourage them Swallow down that sick feeling in your stomach Remember grandma, you’re doing this for her She needs medicine, you need to do this She’s counting on you. Don’t look at them for too long, Don’t go out into that dark forest alone Don’t talk to strangers, you never know who they really are, What they’ll do, what they want, Just move and keep their attention, Give them what them all what they came for Be they wolves or something less vicious, it doesn’t matter Take what they give and you’re willing to accept, You need it. Grandma needs it. Tell the ones closest what they want to hear What big eyes you have What big ears you have What big hands you have What big teeth they all have, they’ll eat you alive if you let them Don’t give them that chance. You won’t be here much longer tonight, Then you can hurry on your way, the woodsman will help It’s his job to make sure you get there safely, And then you can try and wash away the feeling Of those eyes all over your body Even if they don’t make water hot enough.
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in my poetry class this past semester we were asked to do an impromptu poem about what we would do if we were desperate for money. I chose stripping/exotic dancing and there was a Red Riding Hood reference in it. my teacher said to try it with the fairy tale aspect and this is the result. hope someone gets a kick out of this ^_^;
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:06 pm
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 4:33 pm
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13 Mockingjay When I started reading it, I just thought it was a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood in prose poem form. Then I got to "Only a peek, never show it all" and thought, 'Okay, is this about a stripper?' Then I kept reading and thought, 'No, I misinterpreted that.' Then I got closer to the end and my final decision was, 'Yes, it's a stripper.' Lol. It was actually very good. I enjoyed it much.
haha, yeah I went with making Red Riding Hood a stripper. my childhood, I mourn for thee....oh well. i'm glad you liked it ^///^
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