All Aboard Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

While asleep, sighted in huge fields, candy corn, sweets to eat, by feats prepared by work beats, bending a breeze, buds, emerging scents out, smelling these bounties of meats.

A stream of dark flowing chocolate, waiting in boats' Milk Duds, having fears of being late hoping, shedding drop tears, found, for years each, a chosen lifetime love wanted mate.

The Milky Way train is nearing a storm down a kisses' slope, ringing bell, attempting to cope; applying slice-cake brakes, as they touch sparks: a lightning rope in the sky.

Strangers bunched in a car, biting in the aisle with a little anger; lock-up on rail, grip hangers, rock and roll are all lollipops, flex nobody has two feet, annoyed with tosses its swingers.

Cherries spun; they found inner oat cookies in maple syrup on pretzel rails all twirling: came forth from a fiery engine's stack of steam sound wobbling out round marshmallows.

The long trip near a bend damaged by this spike, struck gusts of wind, the Hershey bar, heard song, hurled cars items, and a bong low floor ear, sent it rolling, ending a short trip to Reese.

Tracks traveling to the central hub, heard a crisp toot, spurting M&M on a post leg in one boot awaiting the conductor to accept the coined Dots as acceptable cash loot.

The call asks those being bound to board the arriving train to come all, voiced echoes, stopping there going afterward close to the mall: shout loudly, kids them to ride, waving many small hands.