The Oak Ridge Gang Poem by John F. McCullagh

An old nun and two aged hippies
Down in Oak Ridge, Tennessee,
protesting 'gainst the A bomb
Breeched homeland security.

Armed only with fence cutters,
And ignoring warning signs,
they made it past the wire
in Olympic record time.

The Penguin and her minions
Splashed human blood against the wall
Of the 'well secured' establishment.
Where plutonium is stored.

Only then were they arrested
By Cheech and Chong, our well paid guards.
The nun beamed at the cameras
When escorted from the yard.

Amazed I am I can't emplane
Unmolested and scott free,
While Nuns with nasty habits
run amuck in Tennessee.