Prospect Kamikaze Poem by Earnest Gatuma

In the morning glory was rolling some dope
Till I heard knocks on my door;
'Tis your grandma with some Chapo'
Paranoid me peered through the key hole
That was when my jaw dropped on the floor,
Chapo my delight breakfast wasn't at shore,
At least not even clear was the coast,
Vaguely my reaction went sentinel and lo!
Backed at it with an 'am coming' vow
Whilst I tied and buckled up for war
For an ambush awaited beyond the door,
Cold armed from mind to toe
I offensively flung the door,
Slash! my panga dug the mimicking popo.