It isn’t hard to image <br />What exactly she’s doing there <br />A dingy motel with a <br />Flashing ‘vacancy’ sign <br /> <br />After all, <br />Some women will say <br />he looks good in <br />leather chaps <br />doesn’t he? <br /> <br />But she’s a nice girl <br />And a good wife <br />Mother of two <br />President of the PTA <br /> <br />She wonders what’s off <br />The beaten path <br />And what’s this guy <br />with a Harley and a grin <br />got that says: <br />‘you want this’? <br /> <br />Sometimes claws are better <br />Than fleshy man-hands <br />And sometimes little girls <br />Aren’t little at all <br /> <br />When he comes riding <br />Back into town <br />Looking for the girl <br />With that red hood <br />A bored housewife <br />Decides to play the part <br /> <br />He’s all wolf <br />And he’s all man <br />Being married to a hunter <br />She’s never felt like this <br /> <br />And, boy, she’ll say <br />Sometime later <br />Did that leather <br />Ever feel good <br />Rubbing hard against <br />Her skin <br /> <br />When she and her <br />Kids disappeared with <br />No Harley or grin near <br />The wolf will eat well <br /> <br />My, my, my <br />The old ladies at <br />The supermarket cluck <br />Little Red Riding Hood’s <br />A whore <br />But they forgot <br />She isn’t little anymore<br /><br />Elizabeth Rebel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-riding-hood-had-an-affair-with-the-wolf/
