The Train

We love the train,
A shield from rain,
Healer of pain,
It is our cane.

Hop on the train,
Though it may mane,
Though it may stain,
We love the train.

The train is always there,
Until we lie here bare,
On the tracks without scare,
Should we forever dare?

No, do we care?
It isn’t fair,
Go to your lair,
Sit in your chair.

Hands over ears,
Drink a few beers,
Wait a few years,
Bash some queers.

Keep with the many jeers,
Don’t question your peers,
Stay in all your spheres,
Here’s to you, cheers.

Choo choo,
Smattered, tattered, and battered,
You fall.
What do you recall?

Quick!
As fast as you can!
You ran and ran,
To catch your train.