The German 88 was quite a gun
Killing tanks was the ultimate one
It started off downing aircraft in war
But ended killing tanks always presenting more
They say you would be sitting in you tank turret
And the tank next to you would blow up in a torrent
Then looking two thousand metres away
You would see a puff of smoke and the gun sway.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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