#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, side by side up and down,
Through the journey we drown,
in memories of late years gone.

Not the first or the last am sure,
Our number one guide was pure,
more so realistic than a seafarer
who told us stories about Gulliver,
that was mum now across the river.
Call for the last and don't lie buddy,
For the long lost are like frugal Rudy,

Rickety Rick Rackety Rack,
The plains are now visible,
Willows whirling in my eye's old fable,
Birds scattered in the sky and gullible,
in my counter, for they gamble,
how to survive no plans at all.
See the twerking forest dwellers roll,
"Cover your eyes" mum says after all.




© derrecyoy