Grandma and Little Red

Illustration of Red Riding Hood from Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood - 1850



Grandma and Little Red

Oh, hello, Red, nice that you phoned;
but I have little time today for a visit
with poems to write, bills to pay,

dogs to walk, my bed to freshen,
followed by a luncheon date and
a stroll through the dense forest

with that handsome Mr. Wolf.
I’ve talked of him before. He’s
the gent with the whitest teeth,

biggest smile, most intense eyes.
And when we’re out he commands
attention wherever we go, with his

beautiful fur coat and fancy gloves..
Then we’ll come back home a while
for some..rest (teehee)..and..refreshment

We’re not youngsters anymore, and
we’ll be a bit tired you know. But
perhaps I could work you in between

four and five if you can wait that long.
But knock first, knock hard, as my
hearing isn’t that sharp any more.

Please try to wear something stylish.
That riding hood has seen better days.
And don’t tire yourself carrying

a picnic basket. I’ll have eaten
a tasty gourmet meal and won’t
need additional food. And anyway

I am trying to maintain my figure.

And  Red, please don't tell your mother

about Mr. Wolf.  She wouldn't approve!

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