Lizard on my Head - A Poem

What a day it is

When a lizard

Falls on your head?

A grown up lizard,

A fat lizard..

You touch it

With your finger,

Not knowing what it is

To discover a feeling stranger.

And it fell on my head,

I touched it in stead

Of jerking it away.

With a scream,

I punched it in a bucket

And jumped back like a rocket.

Stood in a corner, naked

When I should've bathed

How rude to attack in the bathroom!

How dare you lizard!

Now get ready for a blizzard.

Armed with the hand shower,

I moved a little closer.

It looked up at me,

With two beady eyes.

And I uttered a battle cry.

Turned the hot water on,

Marched ahead bravely,

Rock ON!

But the enemy

Sensed the heat,

And chose to retreat.

It made a clumsy jump

On the wall,

Yet didn't fall.

And it crawled uglily,

Up to the ceiling,

I stood staring

At it, with fiery eyes

Until it yielded;

Stopped staring back

And went away.

So, I won the first round,

But the lizard's dirty feel

Still hounds.

And hence, of that species

All are my enemies.

-Asra