The Waikikamukau kid mounted his trusty house, old gold.
He strapped his shooting Iron to his side and headed out from the bright Neon lights.
He was determined to rob the stage of it’s precious Uranium load. He inhaled a deep
breath of Oxygen and coughed on the Sulphur from the nearby factories. It was really hot, the Mercury was rising. He took a drink of Water and spat as he tasted the Chlorine.
He strapped his shooting Iron to his side and headed out from the bright Neon lights.
He was determined to rob the stage of it’s precious Uranium load. He inhaled a deep
breath of Oxygen and coughed on the Sulphur from the nearby factories. It was really hot, the Mercury was rising. He took a drink of Water and spat as he tasted the Chlorine.
He rode north, his bones aching from Calcium deposits built up from the years of riding the Zinc trail. Overhead he saw a Helium balloon in the sky. Soon he spotted the stagecoach. It was guarded by an old sheriff with a Tin badge. ‘Stop’, the kid yelled, ‘or i’ll fill you full of Lead.’ The sheriff went for his gun but was too slow. Kid’s gun blazed like flaming Magnesium and the Copper fell to the ground. Anyone who drew on the kid should have known his life wasn’t worth a plugged Nickel. A pretty Platinum blonde on the stage screamed as the Kid pulled out some Nitrogen compounds to blow the strongbox.
Suddenly a shot rang out. ‘Hi ho Silver’. A masked man on a white horse raced across the Silicon sand like Sodium skittering on water. ‘ There’s a Radon,’ he cried. The Kid was captured and was put behind Cobalt Steel bars.
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