© 9M2KL 14 November 1997

A walk in the park,
Alone in the dark,
Shadowy figures in the trees,
A time to learn about the birds and bees?

Central Park it was not,
In a place where it was really hot,
Walking around was a group of five,
Troubling them would be messing with a beehive.

Out of the blue,
Without a clue,
Old adversaries appeared,
The route must be cleared!
 
A time for MALT,
Not a time to halt,
More Action Less Talk,
Cut off the heads from the stalk!

Guns withdrawn,
Go to hell you prawn!
Firing away their artillery,
Is this a way of showing off their armoury?
 
They don’t need guns,
Because they’ll turn them into hot cross buns,
Raining bullets repelled,
One by one they were felled.

How did this happen?
Bring it out to the open,
What else could be said?
I wouldn’t lie even if a fortune were paid.

Draconis a hybrid cavalier,
Its aegis three-tiered,
Anything from a virus to a nuclear explosion,
Can’t penetrate its shield patented by Imation.

BurnCycle the nuker,
Certainly a professional killer,
Streaming multi-partite energy,
Hey, they go in perfect harmony.

Syngiliam specialises in morphing,
Fast enough you’d think it was coughing,
From one form to the next,
Surprising its victims splat on context.

Condrunium not to forget,
Sitting ducks it will target,
Teleportation it is best,
Doing so at rest.

Soon it was all over,
Just like that incident in Hannover,
Gruesome as it was,
A grim reminder not to mess with us!