Siren Call

You didn't warn me that the sky would fall
When Franklin spoke into the microphone.
I thought he understood he was alone
In thinking that the people in the hall
Were on our side. But Franklin heard the call
Of sirens in the air, and at the bone
He felt their wholly soft, caressing tone,
And ended up pinned back against the wall.

If I had known, I would have buggered off
Before the place blew up in misery,
Which doesn't always want much company.
You sputtered briefly, I began to cough,
And Boston Charlie decked that whistling toff,
Insisting, "We have met the enemy!"