Demolition Man Poem by Phil Soar

He was a Demolition man
His life was always loud
He blew things up and knocked things down
Which made him very proud
He thought it was a handy job
Should anyone upset him
He could get away with anything
There was no-one there to 'vet' him
One day he left his mark upon
A person he disliked
He blew his car to smithereens
And crushed his motor bike
But fate would deal a bitter blow
One day just after tea
He accidentally set fire to
A box of TNT
He flew into the mid-day sun
At 1,000 miles an hour
And as he entered outer space
He'd lost all of his power