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
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