DEADLY RUNNER

by Mark wells - Scorpio

DEADLY RUNNER

Silent engines running slow,
Inside the sub all hands are go.
A blip is heard on the radar screen,
Ship sir, destroyer load tubes two and three.
A torpedo away shouts the mate,
Lets leave the enemy to its burning fate.
Diving down to one hundred feet,
The ship explodes into a searing heat.
Submarine crew shout hurray,
Silent engines fade away.

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2002-02-14 05:50:53
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:49
Poem ID: 67483

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