Useful And Fantastic: countdown
Val Yule wrote this poem after reading a news item which announced that Britain was reducing its spending on missiles.
Five little Tridents for a nuclear war.
One dropped from the estimates
and then there were four.
Four little Tridents launched into the sea
One wasn't fail-safe,
and then there were three.
Three little Tridents sailing in the blue,
One had an accident,
and then there were two.
Two little Tridents hiding from the sun,
One failed its logistics,
and then there was one.
One little Trident sitting like a bunny
A satellite had know-how, and
Pop goes all our money.
If you put £7.5 billion into four baskets,
don't expect chickens.