Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Just before red...

Just before red...

Its raining, its pouring

The old man is snoring

He bumped his head on the top of the bed,

And couldn’t get up in the morning

So he stayed there looking at the hood that was red

And he kept him worried, for that day’s bread

His little girl then got up to go out for food

With a basket in hands, became the red riding hood

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