#WritcoPoemPrompt10

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old, old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying a moment too soon,
'Afore the train rattles - in the clear, crisp June.

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
Chugs the good ol' train along its track,
It horns and whistles,
And puffs and whittles,
While we await at the station, in the near-rain drizzles.

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
Hark the sound of the train, on its old, old, tack!
It choos and it chuffs,
It huffs and it puffs,
And spluttering to a stop, its steam it snuffs!

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