The Char Char

The letter was corroded
The fuses had exploded
The circuits floated on a pool of oil

They wrenched the (flecks) had snapped and sparks flew dark blue clouds and jet black walls

An apple crumbled
Firemen grumbled
Fumbled with a hose

Toes were curling in their white boots
Sweating in their tight asbestos suits
And Asmodeus played the flute

A table layed a chair and did the char char charred spitting splinters
Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbed behind the fence
Fire that burned the incense blessed the ashes as they flew

Fly away
Fly away Peter
Fly away Paul