Flyin' the Flannel

I'm in the chamber

Of the Tin Can Man

I kept the sprinkler

From draining my dam

I used deduction

To reveal

New assumptions

From old spiel

And photocell keeps rolling

Storing every motion

Reducing me

I grabbed the tiller

Of a big steam wheel

I kicked the throttle

The brakes squealed

I flew the flannel

And said, "Feel"

Straight up, I flew the flannel

Said, "Come on, feel"