The Intruder Poem by Shankaran Kutty

It was a very tiring day at work
Little did I know that danger did lurk
In my home, in my very own room
One who would leave me to fret and fume

I reached home, quite tired and late
Still oblivious to the awaiting fate
In the living room, watching her favourite sitcom
Her emotions changing, sat my mom

Seeing me, she got up to make tea
When my dad said "then make one for me"
I walked past them and opened the door
Switched on the light and immediately swore

I spotted him straight, the intruder
Wasn't sure if it was a "him" or "her"
But poised was "he" for a straight attack
And I wasn't one to take a step back

He flew for a strike as if Bruce Lee
Equally lithe, was the now angry me
Took a step to the side and crouched very low
Enough to avoid his very first blow.

I looked around for a handy weapon
A leather sandal of mine was the only one
If that is that then so be it
I picked it up and aimed for a hit

I was better than him for I did not miss
The sandal smacked for a deadly kiss
Well nothing more then needs to be said
For the intruder there, lay stone dead

Before you accuse me of being a murderer
Remember dear friend, I was not the intruder
So before for violence you censure and reproach
Let me tell you that I hate being with a cockroach