I was thinking the other dayhow parents dutifully, consistently
read to their small children
the fairy tale starring me.
I’ve enjoyed the notoriety, bask in the glowof the squirmy little morsels all scared
to think of me, my teeth, and my grasp
as I gobble them up.
That doesn’t worry anyone, especiallynot me. I like the part coming up the most.
It’s about how I took advantage of a bedridden
granny and ate her for dinner. Makes the little
The story has been told in differentways…the outcome is the same. I pose
as granny then so I can gobble up
the little girl in red, too. Oh, yummy.
I don’t think anyone believes the partabout the woodsmen saving them both
and cutting the granny from my belly?
And granny lives? Oh, please!