the bridge is made
of the finest brick
that’s red and smooth
cemented thick

from under the bridge
a wondrous sight
a puff of hot smoke
dark as night

a sizeable mass
of silky steel
that’s red and cold
with a metallic feel

warm engines chug
as each wheel turns
railways spark hot
as slowly coal burns

each carriage occupied
with a stranger unknown
the man we look at
just wants to go home

he has a tall black hat
and unforgettable eyes
as black as his hat
that hold too many lies

he holds a brown briefcase
the buckle sprinkled in rust
all sorts of paperwork
all sprinkled in dust

he has a long brown coat
that’s velvet and rare
with little black buttons
sewed on with horsehair

he has a curly mustache
which is thickened with gel
and his wrinkly face
has a musky sweet smell

the red dragon creature
gives a horrific, loud roar
that crumples the carpets
and shakes up the doors

a puff of cloudy, grey smoke
is soon after released
and screeching to a halt
is the mighty red beast

the man opens the gate
and walks along the train
exits through the squeaky door
to walk out into rain

he props up an umbrella
a steamy pastry he buys
with raisins and spices
he eats with closed eyes

he sees a tall smiling girl
with tears in her eyes
“My daddy! My daddy!
It’s my daddy!” she cries

she leaps into his arms
they can be seen for miles
they both hold on tight
the train watches and smiles