The Big Bad Wolf
Is back again
See how the piggies
Flee from him
Back to
Thatch huts of straw
And few
Of mud and stone
Alone
Might stand against
His gale exhale
But all comparisons
Would pale
And fail
Curtailing
Hungry wrath
Of Big Bad Wolf’s
Predation path
To set upon
Each domicile
Vengeance
All -consuming fire
Ire torches
Knocking doors in
Of whomever’s
Grave misfortune
Crossed him,
Big Bad Wolf
Beware
Despair of his
Red-thirsty scare
Still picking bones
Deep in his lair
From out his teeth
Of victims
Sheep
Still lucky count
Themselves asleep
Already nestled
Under sheets
Where safe and sound
They may take rest
Till Big Bad Wolf’s
Their next
House guest