Loco
Motive.
I’ve made a few considered moves
And hope I’m growing smarter
And then there are my loco motives
Playing with fire for a starter.
I huff and puff and say I can
And tackle one more hill
A stoke and coke for some more poke
More fuel to iron my will.
I’m made of steel yet still can feel
The strain, the pain, and push
I puff and say hip, hip hooray
Shape my chest and shake my tush.
One day a black locomotive
With red undercarriage approaches
Shimmies and shakes with a squeal of brakes
Towing 500 coaches.
That sparked my loco, motive
I hissed and spat some steam
And shunted the black locomotive
You should have heard him scream.
The blasphemy was blustery
The shunting was obscene
My motives had turned loco
And yelled my loco, motive scream.
Beware I can get snappy
For no apparent reason
Take care waiting at the station
During the loco, motive season.
©
David Rudder
2016
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
