All Aboard Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

While asleep, sighted in the 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 flows dark chocolate, waiting in boats Milk Duds, hoping: shedding all tears, having fears of being late found for years each, a chosen lifetime love wanted mate.

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

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

Cherries spinning; they found 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; a wind struck, the Hershey bar, hearing 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 a crisp toot sound, 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.