A US missile, testing a defence system, failed entirely to hit its target, a dummy warhead. "This is rocket science . . . things do happen," commented the system's director, General Kadish

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.

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