Hit And Missile Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Hit And Missile



A missile somewhere in Irak,
whose bite's as bad as is its bark,
is activated, fiery tail
computers track. Its progress trail
identified, another spark
ignites: the Patriot can't fail!
When all is over, and the mark
attained, it seems an easy lark.
Should some scud through, objective nail,
statistics help each future sale!

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(22 January 1991)
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