http://www.napowrimo.net/ "And now for our prompt (optional, as always). In her interview, Blake suggests writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). "
Well my muse has gone walkies and left me with what I hope will amuse....
Well I was driven from the pack you know,
It happens when you’re older and can’t fight.
There use to be more tolerance for age
That’s vanished with our former hunting right.
I blame the wood cutters that work round here
Deforestation makes the hunting hard.
You make your lair in seclusion one night
And wake next day in someone new back yard.
I’m searching for somewhere to gat some sleep
And for a place where I can eat as well,
I find somewhere that I think comfortable;
I like the houses where grandmothers dwell.
They tend to be hospitable and warm
With gap free roof that keeps out all the rain
And cosy ovens full of fresh baking
Nice gardens full of herbs but no wolfs bane.
There’s food inside and so I have a snack
But my rest and peace come quickly to a halt
I mean when food comes walking through the door
I ask you, Is it really all my fault?
Its not my fault her grandmother was thin
And didn’t fill my stomach up too good,
I was starving when she came barging in
She was so tempting in that bright red hood.
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