© 1997 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

Oh whip it out, hard-helmeted brute, Turn that nozzle and shoot, shoot, shoot: Oh uniformed man in sacrifice red, Free me from my burning bed, Rescue me from passion's fire, Quench my ardent heart's desire! Fling your ladder against the wall (Elope with me to City Hall): Carry me away from sirens' alarm, Safe from pyromaniac harm In those strong, those kind, heroic arms! Lay me on a wedding bed Of curbside grass or sidewalk stone; Sweetly kiss my lips un-red To wake me from the land of dead... And from my breath these words shall flow: "Please take me home, I love you so." (Let's nuzzle up like hand-in-glove, In gay dalmatian puppy love.)