Wolf was hungry,ravenous.
his belly rumbled made a fuss.
Cupboards empty,fridge was too,
What was poor old wolf to do?
not a crumb or morsel to be had,
even the mice had packed thier bags!
He scratched his head and picked his ear
And then he had this great idea!
Instead of brooding getting thinner
He’d invite someone for dinner.
rummaged to find his old phone book,
Blew off the dust and looked and looked,
His finger rested on a page.
Grinned to himself,one eyebrow raised.
Dialed a number,tapped a foot.
drummed his fingers,gave a “tut!”
“hello my dear let’s dine,say eight?”
“I’ve a surprise so don’t be late”
So,he tidied up and plumped the cushions
Dusted,didn’t do that often,
Laid the table,added a flower.
Then watched the clock until the hour.
Finally,a polite knock came at the door
He’d watched that clock since half past four.
“mmm…” he thought”the food’s arrived”
“come in my sweet you look divine”
Charming,wolf offered a chair.
licked his lips and sniffed the air,
They both chatted happily,
wolfs thoughts were on “what’s for tea?”
A pie with lots of gravy in?
He drooled and dribbled down his chin.
She looked so succulent and round,
She’d need twenty minutes to the pound.
His stomach growled”you’re wasting time”
All patients gone he howled and whined!
Her old knees knocked her dentures clattered,
to wolf his grub was all that mattered,
The poor old girl just froze in fright!
As wolf moved in to take a bite.
I wont go into what took place,
in fact I had to hide my face.
Commotion over grim deed done,
and so the evening carried on….
By the fireside relaxed content,
reflecting on a night well spent.
Cosy,smirking ,toasting feet,
Granny picked wolf from her teeth.

so,he tidied upand plumped the cushions

This poem was written/submitted by Lynne Hannah Cannon.