Midweek Haiku

Layout progresses

Glacially. Should've built

White Pass & Yukon

No photo of me

No photos of layout. You ask:

Does either exist?

Up early today.

Thinking about last week's thread.

Time for Burma Shave.

People Gather.

...

From Near And Far.

...

To discuss trains.

...

On O-G-R.

Burma Shave

The Haiku last week

Burned me out on Limericks

None for this week

Building Timesaver

What a fun little project

Finally ordered track

Believe and not see

Some see but do not believe

Neither alters truth

OK, I fibbed...

There once was a young girl named Jill

Whose fan base was over the hill

While Taylor she was not, she was still pretty hot

When selling trains she gave them a thrill

Willie was walking on the bridge

When the timed freight topped the ridge

Try as he might he ran out of fright

As he was squashed by railroad tonnage

Willie Limericks

The poor guy gets a bad deal

In every ending

armed and dangerous...

swing that hammer down

pound that steel into the ground

may your back be sound

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let us say goodbye

railroad man can't live for love

if he loves to live 

'nother Wednesday, huh?

really is true what they say:

Time sure knows no bounds!

Sing like a kettle

Words boil away like steam, Lies

 burn long, Truth bites quick

 ( from Little Bird by Lisa Hannigan )

Pound the steel rims

assult the narrow path

Master the impossible climb.

conclude the endless journey.

What day is this? What place have I come ?

Am I rich or just full of hope?

Plant my seed and sow my dreams, work the mob,

paid a penny for a fortunes deeds.

The coming so hard, but then I  was young

To look back so sweet, but could never walk that way anew.

Fire the boiler, stoke the coals with the builders book.

the builders book, the builders book we master the endless path through the builders book.

Mechanical beast belly, from within we ride the narrow path.

But never look back, never wont for what the universe forbad.

To go back cannot be, the path shall close like an amplifiers feedback.

So we turn forward where light speed permits an untimely place.

What is an utimely place some ask? Ha, you fool, you fool there is no time it's just joke, a trick on the collective id so we may deal with our sad mortality.

So pound the steel rims,

 assult the narrow path.

Master the impossible climb,

conclude the endless journey.

Full steam ahead we all must speed, through the portal of mother earths womb we pass to see the real world of the childs dream.

There once was a man from Nantucket . . 

His trains ran so bad,

he threw up his hand,

and said, I'll have the roast duck it (with the mango salsa).

she was a low down hoochie choocher . . . 

Hi dee hi dee hi dee ho.

Hi dee hi dee hi dee ho.

No he doesn't run H.O.

No he doesn't run H.O.

There once was a railroader name Zack

Whose layout was hard on his back

Said his old neighbor Fred

"If your layout's on the bed

You need another brand of track."

(OK, I reached for that one.)

dkdkrd- that is a beauty

I refuse to awaken the limerick beast within me.  I know from past experience that once I get started, I won't stop, so it's best not to.  I've got to get some work done once in a while, so I'm sticking to the haiku format for now.  In case anyone wanted to know.

Of course, 'The Ballad of Lill' is neither...  Nah, better let that go too.

Excellent KD!  You should keep going...you're well on your way to a York-inspired version of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner!  

- Mike

Not Haiku, they're fine

Made me chuckle for a while

Another Yorkie ...

I wondered how soon

Farmer Bill would chime in with

a clever retort.

The Yorkie is cute.

That is a great photo, too.

Bet he likes your trains.

But Matt, I was here

Posted just the other day

Was it that bad?  

As for the cute dog

He is really a she

Guinevere's her name.

Did not follow form

Oh well, this is a forum

Not "real" poetry!

Curmudgeons on the OGR Forum

Are oft to lose their decorum

‘Tho crusty are they, they still don’t make hay

When as posters, you chose to ignore them.

Gilly

Farmer Bill is a man of Fame

For everyone knows him by name

In an audience with the Pope, a salty old Bloke

Exclaimed “Hey, it’s Bill, with ‘ol whats-his-name”

Young Willie just can’t stay off the tracks

A knack of good sense he lacks

When a train comes along while he’s whistling his song

He once again gets blissfully whacked

How many times must poor Willie die?

He certainly is a very durable guy!

Long as he lacks the brains, when it comes to the trains

Dumb limericks to make you laugh, ‘til you cry

For the lesson of Willie, you see

Is important to you, and to me

When approaching the track, look front and look back

Less you end up like poor Willie!

On and on it goes!

This thread makes it to weekend???!!

Can't turn off "wordsmiths"!!  

Farmer and the Pope

Thanks Gilly for the memory

Coffee on my screen!