Flyin' the Flannel - fIREHOSE

I’m in the chamber

Of the tin can man

I kept the sprinkler

From draining my dam

I used induction

To reveal

New assumptions

From old spiel

And photocell keeps rolling

Storing every motion

Reducing me

I grabbed the tiller

On the big steam wheel

I kicked the throttle

The brakes squealed

I flew the flannel

And said feel

I flew the flannel

And said c’mon, feel