PYRO-MAX

It was an alarming situation,
We smelled some smoke and saw some soot.
“It’s from in back! Behind the station!”
So we sped outside to take a look.

Our squadron stood in silence,
And we could scarce believe our eyes,
For our little puppy was a pyro ---
Max was starting fires!


Gus gasped, “I thought you could be trusted,
But here you’re burning down our house!”
Then he bolted for a bucket,
And tried his best that blaze to douse.

Preston watched in wonder,
As Frazier feared the worst,
Then Sherman snagged a shovel,
And he smothered it with some dirt.


Chief was livid, Chief was ticked,
As sparks flew from his red hot lips.
His anger burned right through the wick,
And then at last he got a grip.

“Gus, I’ve put you in charge of the dog’s education,
You’ve got to get that young pup on a much tighter leash.
And if there’s any more mischief with Max at the station,
We’ll have to report him at once to the Mobile Police.”


“Max! Put down those papers and that match,
And mop this gas up off our lawn.
Are you just off track, or fully cracked?
Setting fires is so, so wrong!”

“But Gus! God is love and God is light,
He turns the darkness into day.
We’ve got to keep Him burning bright,
So I’ll feed the fire and fan the flames.”


“Max, His fire in you will burn eternal,
As His Spirit helps you hear His Word.
But you mustn’t start a real inferno,
Or you’ll wind up hurt or badly burned.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry for my perilous praising,
I see I could have made some safer choices.
The next time I feel His Spirit blazing,
I think I’ll stick with joyful noises.”


David J Allen
June 26, 2006


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