Poetry Tuesday

The War of the Kitchen

I went to the kitchen on a dark night;
Little did I know that I was in for a fight.
It was only a sandwich that I sought,
But a great battle I fought
Against a roach, scavenger of the earth,
Of whom there will never be a dearth.
I was hungry, looking for food,
And instead I engaged in a great feud.

I flipped on the light
And saw the bug flee in fright.
Little did he know, poor fellow,
That he would soon be turned to jello.
He escaped me at first,
Evading the best of my blows (and the worst)
But finally he made his fatal mistake;
He crawled on the stove, hiding like a snake.
My weapon of choice could not reach
Into that small breach,
But unfortunately for that roach, alas,
I turned on the gas.

Blue flames leapt up
And the heat would not let up
He took the heat as long as he could
But finally the temperature could no longer be withstood
One step, two steps, three
And I cut short his attempt to flee
Down came the hammer
Without any romance or glamour
His innards went splat!
And that was that

Still my work was not finished
Until I cleaned up and finally my hunger was diminished.