HOT DOG

It was an empty fire station,
And help was needed by the mall.
Preston said, “We've got a serious situation,
And all our trucks are out on calls.”

Gus then had an inspiration ---
“We can take Chief Dan's Corvair.
He left it parked behind the station,
And I'm sure he wouldn't care.”


Preston said, “I don't drive a stick transmission,
And we don't even have a key.”
Gus said, “I've been taking driving lessons,
Just leave it up to me.”

Gus pushed the pedal to the floor,
When some sirens they did hear.
He shifted 3rd gear into 4,
When blue lights flashed within their mirror.


The policeman pulled them over,
“Hey Buddy! Where on earth's the fire?”
“The name's Gus! It's the Mega-Donut Shop on Dover,
2-4-2, they're Suite 2 East --- is not your presence there required?”

The cop had never heard such horrible manners,
And he was gonna write that dog a ticket,
When a call came through his scanner,
“We need police at Dover and 2nd.”


The cop took off toward the fire,
And left that spotted dog behind.
Gus sent the needle climbing higher,
To see how fast that car could fly.

50 ... 60 ... 70 ...
The front wheels lifted off the ground.
70 ... 60 ... 50 ...
They heard a funny sputtering sound.


40 ... 30 ... 20 ...
They pulled off so cars could pass.
Then 10 ... then 5 ... then empty.
They'd run that car right out of gas.

They coasted off the shoulder,
And left the car down in the ditch.
Gus said, “It's just a few blocks further,
Across the Jackson Bayou Bridge.”


They sprinted swiftly down the sidewalk,
But ran themselves into a glitch.
As the tug boat pushed out from the dock,
A barge drifted slowly toward the drawbridge.

Gus then had an inspiration ---
“There's a motorboat by the shore.”
Preston said, “We'll reach our destination,
But you're not driving anymore!”


They finally made it to the bakery,
Where it was just a false alarm.
The man said, “A pre-school field trip’s arriving shortly,
Perhaps you’d like to stick around?”

It sounded fun to help make donuts,
And to entertain those tiny babes.
Gus got an apron, tucked his ears up,
And heard a strange and screeching scrape.


He looked out to see the school kids,
And then his eyes were filled with dread.
Their bus was hung up on the drawbridge,
And they were dangling by a thread!

“Hurry, Gus! Hurry!”
Yelled the children on the bus.
“I’ll save you! Don’t you worry!”
Exclaimed that brave Dalmatian Gus.


Without an ounce of apprehension,
He flew a copter to the bus,
When came a tropical depression,
And the winds began to gust.

“Come on, Gus! Come on!”
Their panicked voices now he heard,
“I’m on my way! I’m coming down!”
As he lowered a ladder from the bird.


The storm became a hurricane,
And the rains began to pour,
When the rising waters came
Right through that school bus door.

“We’re out of time, Gus! We’re out of time!”
He knew that this was it,
“I need more line! I need more line!”
He shouted to the hovering ship.


“Gus! GUS!! GUS!!!”
An angry voice he now heard screaming,
“Save some water for the rest of us!”
Why, it was Chief! And he was steaming!

“Out of the tub! I need to shower!
And why does this floor look like a pool?
Pick up your boats and planes and match box cars,
And go get dressed for Sunday School.”


David J Allen
April 21, 2005


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