Steam Engine Poem by soren Barrett

Again and again Smokey Mary without strain pulled many a train
If you want to ride her it'd cost a dollar, for a little more you could hear her holler
Listen to her moan and groan with each piston stroke until her whistle's blown
I rode her in her prime into a hard curved seat I did climb
No rest did she give my head, of wood and steel was made her bed
With her there was nothing supple, hard was the bang of her couple
With a little grease in her crease there was little friction in the release
Her sighs and groans met my ear, with a vibrating tremor in her rear
In heat she was torridly hot but when frigid she was defiantly not
Those who knew her called her a bitch but a tongue on the rail made them switch their pitch