I think that I shall never be
Irradiated as the Glowing Sea
With Danse in tow and Power Armed,
I trode within, thusfar unharmed.
Ghouls and Scorpions did I meet,
All stomped beneath my metal feet
Beyond the borders we did trek,
Found several things we’d not seen yet.
So if you head to places west,
And to the south I must confess,
there is an odd place I did spy,
and things that fell from up on high...
Norm, you are the Kipling of the Wasteland.