The dummy went up with a wallop,
A Minuteman minus some bits;
They dressed it up like a fresh trollop:
It was topped with a dollop of glitz.
The boffins dug deep in their wallet,
As it looked for a target to trash.
Then they followed it up with a Follett
And prayed that they'd meet in a flash.
The Follett was swift and ballistic,
As silvery-grey as a shark.
It considered the dummy sadistic,
And itself an exceptional spark.
In no time, the fuss was all over;
The dummy was missed by a mile.
They both landed well out of clover
In a broken, inelegant pile.
