Little red, just fourteen,
Tripped merrily along the path,
‘Tween home and grandmother’s house,
‘Twas through a wood, though not a wild wood,
Though Mr Biggbadd was known to haunt the environs,
That somewhat disreputable cur,
Had sniffed at all the girls, and not a few boys,
Though no one usually mentioned that!
With curly locks of crimson festooning her fine head,
And a frock of like color with a hood to help protect her comely hue,
Little red cut a toothsome figure,
And attracted the eyes of boys and men,
Though not Thom Woodsman,
Whose broad shoulders and narrow hips she’d begun to dream of,
So though her frock modestly covered her from her head to her knee,
Today as she skipped along,
Little red wore no under pants,
Nor did she bind her bouncing young bosom,
For ‘twas her intent,
To catch the eye of Thom,
So carefully she rucked her thin skirt up an inch, or maybe even two,
So her young thighs were well exposed,
Though not her bare booty,
Though the idea that her crush might be at his work,
Tending the wood for lord Wolfe,
And spy her young charms so artfully concealed, yet hinted upon,
Caused her cunny to tingle something fierce,
Thus as she bumped along she spied,
New blooming flowers, just off the way,
I’m sure she thought as she left the path,
Grandmother would love some of these today!
There was a patch of daisies all white and blue,
Then just a bit further on, a pale yellow flag,
So she went, deeper in the wood,
And though it wasn’t a wild wood,
After all Lord Wolfe wouldn’t want that,
Still she soon was out of sight of the path,
As she collected daisies, flags, then even honeysuckle,
‘Tis a good thing she thought,
I brought a set of shears with me,
A patch of low growing pansies had her well bent over,
When a very cold nose rudely interrupted,
And a warm, wet, rough tongue did disrupt,
The already well swollen and more than slightly damp lips of her nether mouth,
Now Little red was no fool,
And her friends had described this behavior,
So she said, Mr Biggbadd, what do you do!
And OH my goodness, why did you wait?
She huffed when said tongue,
Attached to the disreputable cur,
Did find her sweet spot below,
I’m a lawful wolf,
Mr Biggbadd did say,
And I never touch a girl,
Before Lord Wolfe says she is game,
And you, my dear,
With your fine red frock,
All rucked up to display your charms,
Seem quite game to me.
Oh no, Mr Biggbadd,
Little red did say,
I only hoped to catch the eye of Thom Woodsman,
‘Tis mine eye you’ve caught, along with my nose, Said Mr Biggbadd,
When I first smelled you,
I could have sworn there was a bitch in heat on the loose,
But instead, I find a delectable treat,
Wandering about, with no underpants,
As if she perhaps was hoping there was a Wolfe in the woods,
Oh, no, Mr Biggbad, Little red told the disreputable cur,
I wouldn’t do that!
If Lord Wolfe caught me about with no underpants,
Well, he’d tan my bottom with a switch,
She almost put her hand between her delectable derriere,
And the most enticing tongue that explored there,
She recalled two years past getting caught skinny dipping in the creek that ran through the wood,
Lord Wolfe had nearly raised welts on her rear,
With a willow switch he’d fresh cut,
Even now she thought she could feel the echo of that whipping,
I’m sure, now that you’re fourteen, Mr Biggbadd did say,
That the result might be far different,
Also, I do believe, he paused a moment to take a large slurp,
Running his warm wet tongue from stem to stern,
On the good ship Red,
That I’ve found a bitch in heat,
With that upon young red he did leap,
And pierced her twat,
And tied her soon with his knot,
While all the nonce red did moan,
Then soon did back hard,
Against that keen sword,
An hour or more passed,
While red was firmly bound,
To her lupine lover,
And when he did depart,
Young red knew,
She’d be back,
In the woods rather soon, with no underpants on
Who cared about Thom, who seemed to ignore her,
She had Mr Biggbadd to fill her!