Random Poetry

Trains

Trians

Rushing by

Sometimes slow

Under the sky

Or down below

Chattering and clattering

Like a noisy kid

The shiny metal flattering

Like a silver painted lid

Made for use by all

And always on the run

But not often we recall

Them as very fun

Yet they're quite essential

To our busy lives

Not so confidential

In our boisterous bee hives

Never not necesities

Needed night and day

They and their capacities

So vital in our way

Polished, pressed and powerful

Stainless steel and strong

Should be condsidered wonderful

Amongst any kind of throng