I love my little turret friend!
She shoots at me, but I don't mind.
Unless I want a tragic end,
I must hug her from behind.
She chirps to me and says "Hello!"
Right before the dakka starts.
Is this in anger? I say no!
She'd never mean to break my heart.
Sometimes I knock her on her side,
And at times I do berate her.
But long ago I did decide
I would never 'emancipate' her.
And so, goodbye, my turret, dear,
As I drop you from above.
Believe me, for I am sincere:
You will always have my love.