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Nuke Xmas Poem


Some one sent this to me,a nd requested that I post it.

Here is a Nukie-lear Christmas Poem. Enjoy!

Twas the night before Christmas, when throughout the site.                                                                     Not a flanged joint was leaking - they was bound up reeeal tight.                                           Clearance tags hung from equipment with care                                                                              In hopes that plant maintenance soon would be there.
Engineering was home all snug in their beds.
“Dear God, please don’t call me,” they thunk in their heads.
Ops manned the control room. All systems were “go”.
The reactor gave off a warm, holiday glow.

When out in the plant there arose such a clatter,                                                                           Ops sprang from their chairs to go empty their bladder.                                                                               Upper management mobilized “key” personnel                                                                                In fear that their bonus might soon be shot to hell.
Meanwhile, security knelt down to pray
That they’d be forced (justifiably) to blow someone away.                                                           When whom should appear through the new metal detectors                                                          But five guys in ties - why, they’re INPO inspectors!

The managers shouted, “We’ve got to look good!                                                                         We need a ‘SALP 1’ like all top nukes should!”                                                                                 Then they plotted and planned into early next morning                                                                   When they gathered the troops to issue this warning:

Work BACKLOG! Work SYSTEMS! And do your CRs!
Work outage mods, too! U1RO2 is next fall!
Now ESAT it! ESAT it! ESAT it all!”

As swirls of papers from CR’s did fly.
Engineering pondered the problem as precious time flew by .
Oh heavens, Oh mercy what ever shall we do!
We’ll bring in work destruction and remove some mods too.

And then a noise in the pipes caused such a fright.
It’s was going to be one hellofa night.
“The steam dumps are opening” shouted engineer Luke.
We all knew right then, it must be St. Nuke.

He was dressed in yellow PC’s from his head to his toe.
And his suit emitted a green eerie glow.
A bundle of tools he had stuffed in his bag.
He looked like the Pentium processor II man getting ready to shag.

His eyes, how bloodshot, but his walk was so spry.
He knew that double time rates soon would apply.
He looked at the pump, all locked up and tight.
To any other engineer, this would take up all night.

With pump specs to guide him, he drew up a plan.
The 5 guys from INPO knew “he was the Man!”
He set straight to his work, no CR’s in view.
He worked from the light of his own greenish hue.

With the end of a wrench held tight in his fist.
He banged on the rust heap and gave it a twist.
His hands worked so fast, the wires he did cut.
When he bent over to work and gave it a tuck.

As the dust started to settle, it was a sight to behold.
The new reactor pump stood there before us painted purple and gold.
With a flip of a switch, it started to purr.
The turbine above turned round with a whir.

He sprang to his cushman, to the girls gave a whistle.
And away he drove like a heat seeking missile.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove through the gate.
Call me next year and double the rate!

Merry Christmas!!!

Lets not forget our loved pets.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....  

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