Rushing Russias Vodka

He often rushed Russia's famed vodka He had proudly named Bad Armoured Car, Mouths daring to find the like in bar Of the same strength and Field Marshall's Star. But on alertness was set for a fall, Quick to hear a call and kick a ball: A strictness rearing for sure collapse, Darting glances spotting the sure lapse In a once decided strong bedrock With a most formidable lock... Jamo is no more The Real Terror For every observed abjured error; Now heads of hundreds to ruminate Over a new chief to nominate... For a ship with no space for doomed drunks, Come defence time down lying like trunks.