All Aboard Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I see a farm house, in a dream, thereby crops in fields, done by men laboring beats, chop feats; new buds supply meats: treats.

This river all mud rushes, totally it's chocolate, lifts bubbles, late boats, too, seated are Milk Dud hoping; fate: to get a love mate.

A train, near a storm, down Kiss' slope, bangs a bell cope, applies cake brakes, closer scope, bright lightning rope; drop out: creme.

Each car bunched are strangers, in aisles few, bites angers, stand lollipops, grasps a rail, hangers; had two feet nobody: swingers.

Red cherries, inside oat cookies, each swim around, found in a syrup, on a pretzel's rail; sound out stack: round marshmallows.

Bend, track has a crack tilts car, hurl items, send Reese floor, to roll, end its short trip it, at bar car blow; to bang: blend winds.

Duel tracks, align rails, to a hub, in my ears hear toot, hoot spurt M&M, thrusts at Dots in a boot conductor as loot; leg on post.

Echo's voice, a call, ask they be bound, all to come, it's to board the next train, there soon; then a mall: ride waves small hands.