It seems so long ago
is if in days of old
When the locomotive riding the tracks
always had a red caboose at it's back
Inside the cupola the conductor riding high
if any trouble to the train he could instantly spy
As children would wave is the train would ride
the conductor smiled and waved goodbye
The caboose would protect and provide
a shelter place for the crew to abide
A stove for warmth and hot food
lanterns, tools, ledgers and bathroom too
A desk for the conductor, bunks for the crew.
But all good things must come to an end
the caboose was removed on a financial bend
Replace by FRED technology scored
All the crew and caboose not needed anymore.
Just a simple device on the last train cart
allowed railroads caboose and crew to depart
Flashing Rear End Device
the money it saved to railroads was nice
Nostalgia feeling hard to explain
when now a days you see the train
Something is missing it does not look right
without the conductor smiling and waving in height
In his cupola on top of that red caboose
along side the brakeman for sight to boost.
Allow me to introduce
the hermit Hugh
who
I do deduce
felt it within himself
to eschew
an embrace
yet
being obtuse
when on a wild chase
did goose a moose
in the caboose
then a disgrace
but such behaviour
did induce
Bruce
another recluse
to pick up the pace
when playing footsie
under the table
fast and loose
This little kid is the best of me
Seems as if sometimes was raising me
Before he was winged was reading peeps
By age 2-3 he was cop blocking
Named him Tahj his life has a plan
He has the heart of a renaissance man
He’s methodical quite particular and
Middle name Micah like a prophet he’s grand
As a single mom I did not play
I was mean, I was kind, I was cray cray
Yet so divine is the power of love
He grew up fine despite times he stays up
The book of Micah is a reader for life sir
It’s a train of thought blue caboose
Took him to Carrowinds for a fun day
He looked at the coaster said “It don’t look safe”
Not many kids would think that way
So water log, bumper cars, arcade in the shade.
20 years later lupus gave me dilemma
Could barely walk lupus sucks I remember
Feeling weak, wrong for being indigo ill
But my number 1 son held it down with chill
The book of Micah is a reader for life sir.
It’s a train of thought blue caboose.
A man tried to hop on the caboose
But his pants came a loose
He felt to the ground
Made a very loud sound
He looked like a sick mother goose
So many chickies walking on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
So many chickees walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
So many chickies walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
So many chickies walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
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