#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.

Rickety, rick, rackety, rack,
The train sings a song on its old track.

The sound of the engine makes a steady beat, passengers nod their head and quietly stomp their feet.

Like a...