Caboose Poems - Poems about Caboose

Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver wire "Do you see it?" I ask her my voice a splintered cello "The train, Ellie—the one that carries us westward past the edge of the world where Cronus grinds his teeth and...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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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