Cuban Missile Crisis
One minute to midnight.The Doomsday Clock stood.In sixty two,Cold War time,Missiles primed,USA at Defcon 2.The world on tenterhooks. A decision courageous,Comrade Vasily in his submarine,On the ocean floor,Stopped a war. . . of a nuclear kind,He was of the mind,Not to push the button,And send us all to Armageddon.T’where not for him,We were toast.Soon to have joined the Holy Ghost. So Vasily saved you and me,By his choice, the odd man out,In a group of Soviet three,He said niet.And stopped the strike,Off the Cuban coast,Give the man a CIGAR.