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As is usually the case w/ Poetry Day, I copmpletely forget whether I've posted this piece before... I hope you enjoy!

An Anonymous Note
(found tacked to the door of the Hood Residence)

Please dress in that little red number.
You know, the mid-length job
with the cute drawstring
near your suck-you-lent neck
and spring-fresh bosom,
so your bone-white skin
is framed in the color of the hunt.

Saddle shoes are fine- Ive never
had a foot fetish- and everyday
undergarments will do nicely.
Just dont wash
with that nasty lye soap again;
come au natural, my blossom.

Meet me on the forest path,
midway between the woodcutters
and Grannys just before dark.
Ill be the one in the fur coat.

If you follow these instructions,
Granny wont be the one
eaten this time.