1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The yanks have looked into a weapon
And paid for some detailed research
They say that when launched towards heaven
It can hurt like nine tails of the birch
No-one can defend you against it
And nothing can stand in it’s way
Once on course, it’s coming in
And there’ll be hell to pay
Experts have expressed their opinions
But it’s got them all in a flap
Lord help us they’ve got a throw in
And they’ve just cloned Rory Delap!


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/weapon/