8 Vs 2

"Aaagh", a yelp for help pierces the air. I rush in my underwear to stop and stare. For there in the empty bath, he sits and laughs, ha ha ha. Here the battle must commence. It's scary hairy legs vs hairy scary legs The victor free to roam the home The loser sit alone and moan "Stand clear my dear for I am here" "This mighty beast shall be slain to never again cause you pain" Me vs the spider, the fear rising inside us Then subsiding as it turns to heightened focus. Me vs you, 8 legs vs 2 Both of us clueless as to who will make a move. Without much of a plan, I scan the bathroom shelves. For a weapon to arm or defend myself. "Understand this Mr Arachnid, your fate is imminent" But the implement of torture is something I am short of. Perhaps I'll go with water The surest form of death I suggest, Is one by shower head and yet He sits precariously close to the hose as he knows this. As soon as I choose to remove the head, From its little metal bed A flash of black has climbed the rail, Causing me to jump and wail. Sweat pouring from my glands My nemesis has the upper hands He's covered all the bases My plan to eliminate his status, wasted. With wounded pride and morale never lower. There is only one choice "Dear, fetch me the flame thrower"