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
Elizabeth
ReplyDeleteI am so pleased your poem had a happy ending for Little Red, although poor Gran was eaten up!
Do you enjoy writing poems?
Mrs McGillan