Little Red Riding Hood - Revisited

Mr Bhediya was Very Hungry 

He did not had even a single rupee

He wanted to break free

And have a decent meal..

He went and knocked on Grandma's door.

She cried as bhediya thrust her on the floor

He ate her up in a single bite.

I was still out of his sight

But Gramdma was too thin and rough

He was still hungry and she was not enough

I went to her house wearing my Red hood

Crossing the river through the wood

Mr Bhediya dressed himself in grandma dress

combed his hair and gelled his tress

As I entered I called my Granny

He greeted me, but it was uncanny

I had read my poems in childhood

I took the gun from my hood

I shot Mr Bhediya in his head

He fell on the floor, his blood so Red

I took my grandma from his belly

No one messes up with this girl from Delhi!

PS : NOM to people who dont want to see any changes in the traditional poems.
PS2: This is in response to a challenge by Apala.