There’s a tank outside my door.

There’s a tank outside my door,

Where cars and buses ran before.

Or is it an armoured car?

Or it just may be

An LLV.

All such things are a mystery to me.

* * * *

There’s a tank outside my gate

Where vans and bikes once passed of late.

You can see it from near and far.

Civil Defence

Sent it hence.

But why is it here? It makes no sense.

* * * *

There’s a tank across the road,

Squatting there like a great green toad,

The sign of the CD Tsar.

But with great big body and tucked-in head,

And that’s not a gun but a beak instead,

And fluffy brown stuff like feathers all spread

All over, you see,

It appears to be

More like a cuddly, round Kiwi.

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