No Lolita

**All words copyrighted Susan Kirschbaum/2019

Into the Woods I’d traveled

To find a drenched Lil’ Red Riding Hood

Under a tree

While clutching her apple

With such hungry eyes

She seduced the Wolf

To keep her warm

To muffle her cries (that sounded like a drowning cat.)

How she’d hypnotize the charitable

With such hungry eyes,

Such desperate cries,

To fool them to make her a Star

So the drowning cries sounded like Rain.

Umbrellas, they’d provide

To keep her hidden

From the Sun

That scorched her

Into Anonymity.

 

 

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