A big locomotive has pulled into town,
The Locomotive – Julian Tuwin
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.
Poof, how she’s burning,
Oof, how she’s boiling,
Puff, how she’s churning,
Huff, how she’s toiling.
She’s fully exhausted and all out of breath,
Yet the coalman continues to stoke her to death.
Actually this is quite a small engine but in order to accurately find its place on the turntable, the steam train is driven at a snail’s pace and checked every inch of the way.
For the Photo a Day Challenge @ CitySonnets: Slow
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