35.            REPAIR

Thirty millimetres DEFA cannon
You flash my mind’s banner
As it revolves in my five shot manor
Electrically harnessed is its mayor.
You can pull you chain from both sides
As your recoil springs shut tight.
When jammed you reload by one shot
And your grandfather is from World War II.
Still you feed the teeth of the Cheetah
As it greetah for Reetah
Incognito of the early magnum
Your recoil can open a tank
As you jam the hands
Of a badly twisted armourer
And mates would rather have him
Buff pistons than tear you apart.