The Train Wreck

Old Number 9 was heading down the line, All clickety clack on the railroad track. It was making time, looking so sublime, Wore a coat of black on its iron back. Going round the bend, moving at top end, The Engineer's eyes spied a big surprise. And that one detail was a missing rail, With a lack of ties, was the train's demise. Now hitting the brake was a big mistake, It was way too late for the engine's fate. Flipping on its side, took a gravel ride, Like a metal plate on an icy grate. With a hundred cars under twinkling stars, Showered through the sky, how the sparks would fly. Followed in its path of colliding wrath, After savage cry, the caboose would die. Every broken wheel and this mass of steel, Was now laid in check on the earthen deck. With the cargo's pride that was once inside, Scattered all to Heck, just another wreck.