Tell a fairy tale, in poem

Feiss · Jan 27, 2009

Let's all together tell the tale of Little Red Riding Hood, that saucy minx, in poems. Here is a link, for those of us who don't remember (I didn't have it straight either) http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/type0333.html#perrault

I'll start.

Distant Sunday past,
Little Red safely cottaged
in the deep blue
forest, the trees
towered high
whispering mystery
remembered her granny
her gingerbread scent
papery hands tenderly
combing her hair
telling her about each leaf
how delicate
and soft
they used to be

NeuroFizz · Jan 28, 2009

Hansel and Gretl, circa 2009

Hansel and Gretl
of a Phoenix Summer
bound their stepmother,
locked her in the 4Runner,
windows up tight

And they sent a text
to the witch-of-the woods--
the oven was certainly on,
asking her to break
a piece of her house
and bring it for a desert
dessert

Feiss · Jan 28, 2009

NeuroFizz said:
Hansel and Gretl, circa 2009

Hansel and Gretl
of a Phoenix Summer
bound their stepmother,
locked her in the 4Runner,
windows up tight

And they sent a text
to the witch-of-the woods--
the oven was certainly on,
asking her to bring break
a piece of her house
and bring it for a desert dessert

hilarious as hell, but um...I was thinking more of a continuation of the Red riding hood story, like we each tell a part of it, in a poem.

WAAAH

*writes another poem about sadness.

NeuroFizz · Jan 28, 2009

Oops. I read the title without reading the rules. Sorry. Shall I delete now that you've read it?

Feiss · Jan 28, 2009

NeuroFizz said:
Oops. I read the title without reading the rules. Sorry. Shall I delete now that you've read it?

no...you keep it there, and add another one.

BWAHAHA
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Godfather · Jan 28, 2009

there was an egg, pale as an english girl's skin,
that could climb walls
and on a sharp morning
he fell,
horses and men tended to him,
like a boy to his first kiss,
but could not make him well

NeuroFizz · Jan 28, 2009

LRRH continued (from the first post)

and of those aged,
veined hands, paled
and feverish
in need of the
vivacity of youth,
and the sustenance
of a healing heart
and full gullet

Izz · Jan 28, 2009

Two for one (and nobody's allowed their money back):

Continuing from GF's post:

there was an egg, pale as an english girl's skin,
that could climb walls
and on a sharp morning
he fell,
horses and men tended to him,
like a boy to his first kiss,
but could not make him well

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oh, they tried, how they tried
fitting pieces of shell together
like a wasjig puzzle
but the damage was too great
and yolk ran yellow through the streets
but nobody really mourned
because the egg was a bit of an egg, really.

Continued from NeuroFizz's post:

and of those aged,
veined hands, paled
and feverish
in need of the
vivacity of youth,
and the sustenance
of a healing heart
and full gullet

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but wee Red didn't
like thinking
about poor Granny too much
because it made her sad
to ponder the vagaries of age,
so instead she turned
to skipping
which is a difficult thing to do
while holding a full picnic basket,
full of all the wonder of youth
and possibly a little bit of chutney

Teena · Jan 28, 2009

spirit soaring
in the freedom of the forest
Red ran wild among the foliage
skipping here
dancing there
with her full little basket
oblivious
to the lustful lycanthropic leer
hidden among the trees

Feiss: could you put "GAME" before your title so we know to participate!

onestepp · Jan 31, 2009

hidden among the trees
ferns, mushrooms, and weeds,
a lone wild grey wolf
stalked Red Riding Hood
and her large basket
full of sugary sweets.

Teena · Jan 31, 2009

the rapacious beast
licked drool from his snout
at the thought of the treats
he could not do without;
as he slinked ever closer
remaining quite hidden
he longed for the chocolate
(though well cavity-ridden)

Feiss · Feb 3, 2009

He smacked his maw
and scissored his teeth
the stink of him, raw
mingled with sweat

the thunk of the blade
of the good woodcutters
chopping beyond the glade
warned him to caution

Teena · Feb 4, 2009

...but caution or not
he must outpace Red
so he sprinted to Granny's
and arrived there ahead;
[but Granny was gone
with her group of old hotties
for a light low-carb lunch
and a turn at Pilates].
The wolf donned her glasses
her gown and night-cap
and jumped in the bed
and curled up for a nap.
He laughed at his brilliance,
his plan was so good,
he'd hide 'neath the covers
and fool smug Ms. Hood...

Feiss · Feb 9, 2009

Meanwhile little miss
little miss red
delinquent as she is
hid behind an oak tree
and nibbled
and munched
on granny's tea cakes.

Out the corner of her eye
she saw the glint of an axe
a well-bulged bicep
and three days scruff of beard.

Barney the Brawney woodsman
in a cutoff flannel tee
swung his lusty woodaxe
against a hapless tree

Albedo of Zero · Feb 9, 2009

Barney?

I had to clean my monitor off after I read that...

The tree, it sapped
from such big blade
a recovered dignity
from a recent wolf's spray
It will stay in the story
and record in its rings
the tale of Hood
and big teeth and things.

Izz · Feb 18, 2009

Inside, Big Bad Wolf
lay, patient
_________________(Big Bad Wolf was his gangsta name,
_________________his real moniker being Nigel)
Granny's blankets
about his chin.
He could scent
Red's muffins on the breeze
all sweet and tasty
and deliciously delicious.

And he waited

and waited,

giggling with glee,

for his special treat in the Hood.

Teena · Feb 18, 2009

Isaac Espriu said:
Inside, Big Bad Wolf
lay, patient
_________________(Big Bad Wolf was his gangsta name,
_________________his real moniker being Nigel)

Nigel??? Nigel!!!!! :ROFL:

I love it!
*laughs til she cries and has to run for the ladies room*

Izz · Feb 18, 2009

And Red
overcome by nature's urges
sprinted for the door
of Granny's sparkling little cottage
skirts about her knees,
cupcakes jostling in her basket

Teena · Feb 19, 2009

We interrupt this game for a commercial message.

The wolf
was shaved
so clean
and trim
Red Riding Hood
was
chasing him.
(Burma Shave)

If you don't know what Burma Shave signs were, you've been deprived of some great American childhood memories. I was just a wee mite when the last tattered remains of these little signs fluttered next to the roadway, but they were delightful! OK, back to the game.

Teena · Feb 19, 2009

Red jigged past
Granny's bed
without a glance
skipping to the loo.
Buttoning her bloomers
Miss Red stopped dead
noticing the long, hard
pointed snout of
Gangsta in
granny gown
and little square glasses
circa 1960.

Feiss · Jul 12, 2009

my my, granny,
let me give you a kiss
I've just had a piss,
I must say
the triple ply
was lovely.

onestepp · Jul 19, 2009

What a long snout
She pointed out
And, granny replied,
"All the better," she lied
its a longer snout
to smell the trout.

onestepp · Aug 8, 2009

to smell the trout
with my long snout
only makes me shout,
out with so much more pleasure
a large mouth by any other measure

onestepp · Aug 19, 2009

Incisors larger than needle of pine
to crush the bones of chickens,
hares, swines, and cute granddaughters
who sit bedside reading from scratchens,
Mother Gooses gander to Kiplings just so.

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