Rising Sun

In Mexico, a Little Boy and Fat Man
Cried, ' A big vacation's what we need!'
And took the next flight to Japan.

Cried Little Boy, 'This yellow breed
Have no more morals than a beast!'
How Fat Man chortled in his greed:

'We'll make the sun rise in the east!'
He dreamed of creeping through debris
Purloining shoes from the deceased.

The Little Boy soon burst with glee,
Smile melting roof tiles in their scores.
The Fat Man blurted, 'Wait for me!'

He blew up to emphatic roars
And city-wide atomic tans
And ashes, falling like applause.