WMD

The weapons of mass destruction
Have been with us for many years
Weapons of such devastation
They’re beyond your darkest fears
After years of fruitless search
Discovery’s still not on the brink
So why look in the deserts of Iraq
They’re much closer than you think
An old woman of my acquaintance
Makes them in a flat in Basingstoke
Such foul diabolical substances
And concoctions to make you choke
Among the many illegal weapons
That terrorists are now sampling
The most dangerous in her arsenal
Is the evil bacon and onion dumpling
Such an innocent recipe you think
But so dangerous it has been proved
Even the most sophisticated oven
Sighs in relief as the dish is removed
As if this were not deadly enough
Special bran gravy is served with it
To compliment the steaming dumpling
While keeping the victims bowels fit
After its consumption you sit dazed
Semi conscious and bloated vastly
Can weapons of mass destruction
Ever possibly be quite this ghastly