Self defence I cried he was a home invader! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Such a busy day at work I remember

must have been last November

it was a happy evening with my wife

a late dinner no tension or strife

a glass or two of our favourite wine

and the sex was truly divine!

Falling asleep at around midnight

left on the bedside light

outside a heavy frost began to lay

no need to get up Saturday

something aroused me it was a bang

followed by a clang!

Fearful it was intruders in our house

certainly not a noisy mouse

picked up a baseball bat by the bed

quietly to the landing with dread

as a hooded figure came up the stairs

with me eye to eye glares!

In the poor light saw their arm swing

then in my guts a sharp sting

with a metal pipe the villain jabbed

the thug my weapon grabbed

broke away instinctively just swung

stupidly bit…

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