#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track.
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon.

It blows the whistle when see a hurdle,
And the things try and run like a turtle.
Little champs on board like the sound,
As they never hear this while playing on the ground.

Soon comes the scary...