And so the wolf was chopped in half; Red Riding Hood was glad.
Old Grandma got a new fur coat, which didn't look half bad.
The woodsman, though, was tossed in jail, and there he slowly rotted
While court-appointed lawyers his appeal so slowly plotted.
When finally he saw the judge and members of the jury
He found that they were very fond of creatures dark and furry.
"Endangered species like the wolf" the judge said, passing sentence,
"cannot be trifled with, my friend; you need some stern repentance."
The woodsman spent the next twelve years inside a prison, thinking
Instead of helping Riding Hood he should have gone out drinking.
When at last he was paroled, his axe completely rusted,
He had to go on welfare cuz he was completely busted.
Red Riding Hood, in therapy for lo these many years,
Couldn't help – her doctor bills were steeply in arrears.
The woodsman had to take to crime to fill his empty belly;
He broke into a liquor store and then a kosher deli.
They threw him back in prison and I guess he's still inside,
Howling at the moon when they don't give him a bromide.
Verily, this homily I now must needs deliver:
The only thing that's safe to chop is onions or calf's liver.
check out the rest of the Windows Live™. More than mail–Windows Live™ goes way beyond your inbox. More than messages
No comments:
Post a Comment