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.

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

Strangers bunched in a car, biting in the aisle a little anger; lock-up rail, grip hangers, all are lollipops rock and roll, 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: sound came forth from a fiery engine's stack of steam wobbling out round marshmallows.

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

Tracks traveling to the central hub, heard sound of 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.