The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 14
Original Poetry by DS Coremans
Verse Form – The Girl in Red
The girl in red slayed the wolf.
The wolf never stood a chance.
He took her for a complete fool
but she taught him how to dance.
He raced her to her Grannies’ hoose,
he kicked Granny out of bed.
Granny’s teeth fell out as she tried to shout
as the wolf locked her in the shed.
He quickly pulled her goonie on
and donned her bonnet too.
Her polished glasses were far too strong,
he couldnae hae seen a coo.
When the girl arrived,
the wolf tried to hide,
under covers which were far too tight,
as the girl turned oan the big room light.
She put her hooded cloak upon the chair,
the wolf leapt out but hit the flair;
the covers wrapped right roond his knees
he fell so hard he squashed his fleas.
The girl she scruffed him by the neck
said, ‘haw, don’t chance it, am a vet.’
You want tae keep they family jewels,
then goan stoap acting like such a tool.
She threw that wolf right oot the back
and telt him tae bolt and pretty fast,
the sheep next door saw everything
when the wolf comes back they laugh at him.
The girl went searching for her Granny
who was hollering about her wallies.
The girl got her Granny back to bed,
and that’s why the girl always wears red.