S.H.A.D.O Interceptor

Formidable.
Yes, that was my S.H.A.D.O Interceptor.
Found discarded in a road-side gutter,
This was a Thunderbird-heritaged diecast model.
Indian Green: wearing battle-scars to bare metal;
Bronzed Exhaust Nozzle: abraded, betraying bare slate-grey;
Port & Starboard Vernier Thrusters: silver-stripped, flaking.
But the young 'I' was not distracted by appearances.
Inventing stratagem to repulse invading aliens was my gambol.
In my palm my spacecraft partook sorties,
Regaling in roughhouse rushes,
Revelling in raiding triumphs!
Scorch-marks lacerated the 'craft's nose from caps
discharged from the spring-loaded hammer;
A thrill of boyhood delight & mischief.
Ensconced in my school table
but envied by another:
Skulkingly thieved.
Gone. Outmanoeuvred. Vanquished. Lost.