Nuclear NickMature

Just a bunch of random poems and what-not

Nuclear Nick is the King of this land

with a glowing green beard and a knife for a hand

He's a beast of a man like an ox or a bull

with red eyes like a demon and breath like burnt coal

His complexion is pale and his hair grows like wires

His insides are black and his heart burns like fire

Nobody knows just where he was born

He just sort of appeared right after the war

So if you ever meet Nuclear Nick on your travels

Be sure to have gifts like a pig or a cattle

and when you are sure that hes aptly distracted

run for the hills like a nearly trapped rabbit

The End

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