WOLF Poem by Elizabeth Barnett

W-Wicked, old wolf wants a meal and gran had a squeal, he took one big bite and gran was gone.
O-On went grans clothes, he pulled the sheets right up to his nose .He lay in bed, waiting for little red.
L-Little red walked through the door and Wolf got ready for the glory of a delicious. Delicious he thought.
F-Furry wolf got ready to pounce, but suddenly little red SCREAMED!!!!!! And the woodcutter arrived and the wolfs head got chopped off.


BY Elizabeth