On the twelfth day of Christmas, my railroad gave
to me:
Twelve P.O.'ed crews, all stuck away from home;
Eleven lazy pool engineers, all laid off sick;
Ten misroutes, that have to be setout at the nearest
side track;
Nine cars on the ground, dragged through the ties and
two switches;
Eight broken crossings that need to be flagged;
Seven broken rails to keep it entertaining;
Six slow orders, for ten miles an hour;
Five Form D’s;
Four railroad managers hiding in the weeds;
Three lousy Yardmasters ducking behind a window sill;
Two grouchy dispatchers with trains in every hole;
and one junk freight with zero point two horsepower
per ton.
Chris