Dec 29, 2020 11:34
Thinking of little counting rhymes we used to do when we were kids...
Engine, Engine, number 9
Going down Chicago Line
If the train goes off the track,
Do you want your money back?
Yes.
Y E S spells yes and you are not it.
My mother and your mo-ther were hanging out clothes,
My mother punched your mo-ther right in the nose,
What color was the blood?
Red.
R-E-D spells red and you are not it.
poetry,
childhood,
trains