I haven’t posted one of my poems about fairy tale characters in some time. In the following poem, the Big Bad Wolf doesn’t seem so intimidating. He’s sitting back in a barber chair and talking to his hairdresser/beautician—giving orders about what he wants done. There’s nothing like a good hairstyle and "pawicure" to make a wolf feel like he’s a real hunter ready to prey on little pigs and a wee lass who’s bringing goodies to her Grammy.
Big Bad Wolf at the Beauty Shop
by Elaine Magliaro
Snip the burrs from my back paws.
Sharpen all my blunted claws.
Shape my tail and tint the tip.
Trim my fur…but please don’t clip
The long hairs on my chinny chin.
They make me look SO masculine!