The Adventures Of Red Writing Hood

  The smell of smoke lies in the air Ashes, ashes in my hair I stare into the graying skies Only then did I realize The fire shooting from the mountain Like a big, hot, reeking, boiling fountain Stone-still, I await my death Smoke obstructs my every breath I hear my people’s deadly cries Quickly, quickly, I close my eyes Photo Credit to Joachim G Pinkawa : fineartamerica.com

Rainbows painted all over the walls Unicorns replacing the horses own stalls Three cakes each made a mile high And presents that nearly touch the sky Princesses, princes, jesters and knights Acrobats, clowns, and dynamite Puppies that play fetch all over the lawn A new four post bed for me to lay on But the most important of all of these things Is the entry of Mr. Sir Daddy the King For he is the one whom all of us love And is far, far better than the cakes up above He will be there, no need for the rest Just having Daddy already makes me feel blessed Never would I like to invite million friends Because deep down I only want my Daddy to attend