What is Red?

I strolled in the woods,

Wearing a red hood.

Looking cool in the neighbourhood.

I knock, knocked at Granny’s door.

I heard a terrible snore.

Just like a dinosaur roar.

Poor granny lay dead still.

Given a sleeping pill.

I’m no dill.

My eyes could see

You were dressed to trick me.

I pretended all was as it should be.

In the big four-poster bed you lay,

Hoping I would play.

But this was my day to make you pay.

All was not what it seemed.

Your sharp teeth gleamed.

Showing you for who you are was my dream.

A mean cold stare,

Laid you bare.

Come closer you dared.

I had to be brave

To save poor granny from the grave.

Coming your way was a shock wave.

I may be sweet and dressed in red

But you should be filled with dread.

That isn’t Granny in the sickbed.

I asked the secret code word of you

You looked blue

You had no clue.

Three letters please

Don’t be a tease.

I can see you freeze

Tell me now

Stop wrinkling your brow

On your nose ‘kapow!’

The code word is red.

Your face is red.

You run with dread.

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Your red face is laid bare

For now there is no one you can scare.

Karen Hendriks