Waiting for the world to end “Perhaps 'can be today!” shout little boys who jump and run out from the Fat Man's way. Leaping with glee a the rattling guns raise the white flag high “KID CIVEES!” walking's fun! “Red-alert is nigh”
Waiting for the world to end cheery in their seats he hopes the seals in his mask blend with the blush on Susie's cheeks. Her re-breather shining brightly enough to catch his eye.
He leaned his goggles, winkingly Her O2 heaved a flirty sigh He's the one she sees through the war-smoke. He peers at her through the gloom. He promises himself, on her happiness shes' choked “HUG YOUR LOVED ONES! HERE COMES THE BOOM!”