The Gun

Two lovers sat in the grass, Whispering love words as time passed- The moonlight danced in their hair, As they whispered how much they cared. He was being called back to the Navy soon- They spoke of this while sitting 'neath the moon-- Already they knew they would miss each other, They didn't try to keep this under cover. She wept softly as only women can-- He hid his tears under that deep, deep tan- Tonight they were trying to feel only joy, But they were feeling used--like two toys. He had been called back to join his ship, Not voluntarily was he making this trip, But he was the only one who could fire the Gun-- And they wanted to use it on a dangerous run. So he went back for just one more trip, To teach the gunners to let that Gun rip-- For it was nuclear and it was fast, He placed the ammo and let her blast!! The noise that erupted sounded like thunder-- Cheers broke out for their boy wonder, For straight and sure to the target it flew, The target was destroyed for the Gun was true. The young man is now with his love at home feeling some pride in a job well done, For others know how to shoot the Gun- Our country is safer as the ship goes back on its run.