A  Russtasn tank running on empty

Tank spluters - coughths to and inglourious

Embreasrrassment halt

The tank comander throws open

The tanks hatch

Sees groupe of locals - gorping at him

Asks them: ' Whears the nearist gas stashan? '

' Whear out of gas! '

They colecktive give shrug

' killer *meters away, mate '

' Sorry about that, mate '

' But tell what we can do to help you out '

' We can arrange a tow ' ; ' Tow right back to Russia '

 ' No problem, mate, non at all! ',  - ; grining

At such times, humour a weapon!

* A Dyslzick silip but, it kinder works all the same

Ken D. Williams

The Dyslexict Wordsmith Ov Thanet