All Aboard Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I sighted, in a deep dream, a farmhouse, seen crops in fields, thereby, by acts did of men, labors beats, feats, spring forth buds; supplying meats: it is delicious treats.

A river nearby, brown, seeing mud rushes, curving, totally chocolate, in bubbles, lift up late boats, sit inside are Milk Dud, hoping; seeking love: a fate mate.

Train, near a storm, go down a Kiss' slope, bangs, rings its bell to cope, applying all brakes, made cakes of, closer I to scope, a lightning rope; from dropping out: cream.

Strangers bunched are in a train car, standing a few, in aisles, bites angers, gripping at upper rail, lean lollipops, see swingers; had two feet nobody: holds locks by hangers.

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

This long track, bend has a crack, tilted car, hurl items, send Reese, down to floor, rolls, end its short trip, blow upon candy bar built cars; to bang against: blend winds.

Duel tracks, two laid rails, going to a central hub, aligned, in my ear hears a toot, hoot spurts M&M, thrusting at Dots, as loot, one leg on his post, in one singular boot: it's conductor.

Voice, sounding a loud echoing, it's a call for, ask they be bound, all to go to come, right now, it is to board, our next train, coming there; then to a big mall: ride waves small hands.